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JUST LIKE OLD TIMES"When did you know that you loved me," Emile demanded.
"Pardon?" Tristan looked at his wife sharply.
"I said," Emile huffed impatiently, "when did you know that you loved me?"
Tristan stared at his wife in utter disbelief.
"You couldn't think of a better time to ask that?" He demanded.
"What's wrong with now?" She asked. He didn't even bother to dignify that question with a response.
Tristan was currently perched precariously in a window lowering a rope that happened to have his wife attached to it. And she was asking him when he fell in love with her. She was absolutely crazy. Hadn't changed a bit since he had married her. Tristan sighed. He knew that she would never stop harping until she got an answer.
"It was the time you pulled the arrow out of my chest," Tristan finally relented.
Emile smiled. Nothing delighted her more than seeing emotion on her beloved scouts face. Also knowing the fact she was one of the few people who could coax it to the surface.
"Me ripping an arrow out of you made you fall in love with me?" She speculated incredulously.
"For the gods in heaven would you be quite woman," Tristan hissed.
Emile knew she should be insulted or angry but she grinned like a devil. Nothing like a robbery to put Tristan on edge.
"Relax honey," And deliberately began swinging on the rope that held her. Tristan muttered something about insanity and took a firmer grip on the rope. Emile rolled her eyes.
"We are breaking into the Saxon hall of records when we're supposed to be guests," He snapped.
Emile waved this comment aside with a flick of her hand. What Tristan had said was true but it could have been worse. Arthur had feared that the new Saxon king was mustering an army so he sent Emile and Tristan in under the guise of ambassador to search for any documentation, letters of the sort, to prove that maybe the king was creating a force to attack Britain. Of course getting into the hall was a challenge.
Only high-ranking Saxon officials were allowed to enter. Especially not foreign ambassadors and especially not foreign ambassadors of a country the Saxons were about to attack.
So they had scaled down the walls from the bedroom with a rope and now Tristan was lowering his wife into the record room. Whilst Tristan believed this was turning out to be a lot of work Emile was surprised out how easy this job appeared. Being lowered into a room to search musty old documents was nothing difficult. In fact Emile thought the Saxon's must have been stupid. Half an hour around Tristan and any one with half a brain figures out he's not what you'd call ambassador.
"I liked that you squealed when you pulled it. It was very cute," Tristan said randomly.
Emile looked up stunned, "You? Fell in love with me? Because I was cute?"
Tristan shrugged, "You are the only woman who does these things to me. Physically and emotionally. Now don't ask any more questions. I might get a reputation for being something other than stoic."
Emile grinned as he lowered her the last part of the journey. Her feet touched the ground and she untied the rope. She was down to business. She had never been in the record room so she had no idea how things were filed. She was astounded that the Saxon's even had a filing system. The Saxon's weren't big on the brains.
Emile grunted and reached for the closest clump of papers. If she could just determine how recent these were. They were from three years past, Emile groaned. She really didn't want to be in here all night. She moved a couple of feet down and pulled out another lot of bound documents. They were simple tax records but they were from a few months back.
Emile moved further down in the same direction.
"Thank Kyrilla," she breathed as she opened the letters from the last month. She sucked her breath back in as she read the contents. The Saxon's had been in contact with all the neighbouring countries asking for help to take down Arthur. Most rejected but a few showed interest. A few very powerful nations.
"Kyrilla's sweet death!" She exclaimed.
"That is not very nice," A voice sounded in her ear. Emile jumped and the documents almost tumbled from her hand. She rounded on her patron God and whacked him harshly on the shoulder.
"I am working," She hissed.
"I know," He smiled, "And it gives me great pleasure to watch."
Emile snorted.
Kyrilla looked hurt, "No really. My heart swells at seeing you do your job so well."
"Whatever," She discharged him, "Just be quiet." She walked towards the rope with the intent of being lifted back out but she didn't have a chance.
Kyrilla seized the rope and held it out of her reach.
"Can I just say something," He began seriously.
"What are you my lover?"
"No. Your lover, I assume, is up in that window. Hi Tristan," Kyrilla called.
"Shhh," Emile whined at the same time Tristan raised a hand in acknowledgement of the god.
"I'll be quiet if you listen," He yelled.
"Fine! Fine! Just… say what you have to say," Emile stared daggers at him.
"You are a rogue but you've only been doing petty little jobs like spying and letter stealing," Kyrilla sniffed in disdain at the package clutched in her hand.
"So?" Emile retorted a little bit defensive.
"So?" Kyrilla mocked circling the thief, "You were the best." And with that he put a finger against her shoulder, exactly where the tattoo was.
"Don't touch," She snarled at him.
"Fine," Kyrilla's eyes narrowed "have it your way. I'll just have to get back at you some how."
"I'm trembling," Emile scoffed.
"You better. I just sounded the alarm," And with that he was gone.
Emile looked up franticly at Tristan who had caught the last bit. Tristan's eyes widened.
She ran towards the rope with the intention of climbing up but the door swung open. It hit the wall with a thud and the Saxon guard walked in led by the king.
King Aart. He's name meant like an eagle and it was very fitting. He was as ruthless as Cedric had been but he was smarter. He could bide his time before he attacked Arthur.
Emile grinned desperately, "I was looking for the bathroom."
Tristan stayed silent for now. The king and the guards didn't know that he was positioned in the window.
"A very likely story," Aart said in contempt, "Arthur sent you to spy."
Emile lost her temper. Something she would have never done in the good old days of being a thief.
"You wonder why?" She cried and waved the letters in the air.
"Kill her," Aart dismissed. Emile's eyebrow shot up and she remembered exactly why she usually stayed silent. Meanwhile, Tristan had been secured the rope he was holding to the one both of them had used to make it to the record room in the first place.
It was going to hurt, he knew that, but he wasn't leaving his wife down there by herself. He jumped using the rope to slow his fall. He landed directly in front of his wife and pulled his sword out. It landed at the base of the king's throat.
"You wouldn't want to touch her," Tristan said quietly. His face was expressionless but his body was tense and conveyed the threat.
"Beside's if you kill us Arthur is going to now and come bearing down on you with the full strength of his army," Emile pointed out from behind Tristan. She was now wearing her traditional grin.
"You're going to let us go or you will not see the light of the full moon," Tristan swore.
The king was shrewd. He knew that he had no choice. Either way Arthur was going to know he was plotting against him but if he let his comrades live at least Arthur would be angry over a personal matter.
"Let them go," He said reluctantly.
"Thank you. I'm going to fetch our belongings" Emile moved forward to walk out of the room. She paused by the king, "Dinner was lovely by the way. A little too much salt in the soup but other wise…"
She was gone. Tristan and the king were left facing off.
"If she comes to any harm by your hands," Tristan told the king, "You will answer to me."
"You think you frighten me?" The king spluttered indignantly.
"Ask around. Find out what happened to the last man that harmed her," And with that Tristan followed his wife's example.
Emile had been trying to act calm and unafraid but the second she got onto British soil she did a happy dance. Tristan's mouth tugged up into a smile.
"Oh gods. How close were we to being cut up into little tiny pieces?" She asked with a whoop.
"Too close this time. Kyrilla has become dangerous," Tristan observed.
"Oh he's just sulking," Emile waved her hands. They were both exhausted; neither had slept well with the menace of following Saxon's.
A woad group had met them and they were currently leading them to lodgings for the night. They took them to a large spacious tent and then left them to rest.
As soon as Emile heard the voices and footsteps fade away she pulled Tristan close to her.
She smiled up into his eyes and she got that look. The kind of look that can't be described any other way than by THAT look.
Tristan realised what she wanted and groaned, "Gods Emile. Do you know how tired I am?"
"Oh," Emile muttered and went to leave but Tristan grabbed her arm.
"I'm just complaining about all the work you expect me to do," He said with a smirk. He moved her back in front of him.
"Well if you're that tired," Emile whispered with a shrug.
"I didn't say I was tired. I distinctly remember not saying I was tired," Tristan rushed out.
"Well if you're so tired maybe I should do all the work," Emile bit the bottom of her lip suggestively.
Tristan tried to breath properly. He had relaxed his guard around her to the extent that he showed her nearly every emotion and right now he was letting her know just how damn attractive he found her. She had aged beautifully and to him he she was still perfect. All the knight's sons had crushes on her and Tristan knew it.
Emile grabbed the front of his tunic and pulled him down so their lips met. She had been thinking similar things about him. It was if he hadn't aged a day since they met and the sight of his bare skin and body still made her stomach tingle.
Emile kissed his neck and Tristan moved to bring his arms around her but she gently pushed them away.
"I said I would do it all," She murmured softly. Tristan had always been the dominant one in his previous sexual encounters and he thought surrendering that control would be off putting to him. Instead he found it incredibly arousing when Emile took the lead.
She kissed his neck and moved gradually down till she found his collarbone. She then re-captured his lips. She enjoyed kissing him very much and began lightly brushing her lips over his tattoos.
For Tristan and Emile the touching of the tattoos was one of their greatest displays of love. They were the most personal things they had and letting someone else merely stroke them was a sign of the trust and adoration they had for each other.
She pulled Tristan down onto the ground and they kneeled facing each other. She then tenderly got him out of his tunic. She trailed kisses down onto his bare shoulders. He made a noise deep in his throat. Something low and primal that resonated with Emile. She loved hearing that noise he made and knowing that she caused it.
She carefully removed her upper tunic so that both their top halves were bare. She let Tristan drink in the sight of her with his eyes. But she didn't touch him with anything except her lips and her hands. She made him lie down on his back. Telling him where to go without words and only using eyes and hands.
Tristan closed his eyes as she tentatively brought her lips down his torso and on to his abdomen. She was gradually setting his body on fire and it was all he could do not to touch her. Her hair tickled his skin and his whole body tingled. He wanted to be one with her and he had forgotten all about his tiredness.
She was now lying directly on top of him and her warm flesh finally made contact with his. She pressed their bodies together. Tristan lost control and brought up one arm to circle her waist. He thought she would let him. She didn't. She took the arm away and smiled teasingly.
"You are going to drive me mad, woman," He managed hoarsely. Emile didn't answer but moved her hand down to curl at the top of his britches. Tristan didn't quite know how she did it but some how she discarded the rest of their clothing so they were naked.
Emile was straddling him with that infuriating smile she always had when she knew she was denying him something he wanted. He just wanted to be inside her but she was dragging it out so every inch of his body burned for desire of something he could not have just yet.
She pulled her hands down his chest and down his torso. She was applying a little pressure so her nails were leaving soft marks. She moved them up to tangle in his braid. Emile leant forward so her mouth was near his ear. She could feel his beard rough against her check.
"Do you know when I fell in love with you?" She whispered.
Tristan couldn't speak so he shook his head. Emile leant back so she was sitting astride him.
"When you taught me how to fire that bow and you were pressed up against me," She murmured huskily.
Then she let him inside her and everything made sense in the world. And for a while everything was right. She was the most beautiful woman in the world and he wanted to be as close to her as possible.
They stayed like that for a moment barely moving. Just looking into each other's eyes and breathing raggedly.
Then Emile moved down so they were face to face. She moved his hands back so they were stretched out behind him. She kept them pinned there, retaining the control of this interlude. Then she moved her hips, subtly at first, but then picked up the pace. Tristan was kept still by her gaze locked on his but it was hard not to let his hands roam over her body.
Emile felt the fire spreading from where they joined up into her body. She liked the upper position because she could set the pace and watch as she drove Tristan crazy. Like all the times he had driven her wild with his prolonging and whisper soft touches, designed to send her over the edge.
She pressed her forehead against his and she could feel his hot breath on her skin. She moved to kiss his mouth and she knew that Tristan was losing the battle of submission because he touched his tongue to her lips. Emile knew that it was breaking the rules she had set but she was too far gone to care. She opened her mouth to let his tongue enter besides she still had his hands pressed down.
They broke the kiss and Tristan moved to kiss her neck. Emile groaned and Tristan lightly nipped at the bottom of her ear lobe. At this point Tristan could have flipped her over and taken control but he honestly didn't want to. She was moving faster, her hips grinded with a bit more pressure.
Tristan knew that she wasn't concerned with teasing him and dragging it out any more. She was intent on taking both of them to the top of this ride.
Emile couldn't stop the animalistic sounds being emitted from her. The moans were leaking low and guttural from her mouth as she speeded up. She had been leaning holding herself up with her hands stretched out, holding his hands down. She released his hands now and lowered her self so they were touching in every place they could. Her hands rested on his chest as she licked and sucked his neck.
Tristan's arms free from the confines moved to her body. One went around her waist the other rested on her hip. Emile was nearly at the climax and Tristan was far behind her. Their breathing was loud in the tent and their bodies were shiny with sweat. Tristan was kissing the corner of her mouth.
And with a cry Emile arrived. Tristan felt her constrict around him and then he hit as well. Their bodies were racked with the explosive effect and the entire time they maintained eye contact.
Emile's hair fell forward and Tristan used his hand to push it back behind her ears.
They lay like that for a while as their breathing slowed. Tristan kissed her repeatedly; just swift little kisses on the mouth. Emile moved so she was next to him, her head on his shoulder. He stroked her hair softly.
"I love you," She told him sincerely.
"I love you too."
AN: My first try at a detailed sex scene so be kind when reviewing it. And it's even allowed because my story is rated M… hahaha! I'm sorry I'm very tired and am acting crazy. I need to write Emile because she is my favourite character. Well please review… I'll be updating Traitor next. My life has been hectic so I haven't been able to update as much as I'd like to!
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