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Chapter 7: Tired
"So how'd you sleep?" Abigail says awkwardly as Saren walks into the kitchen. He takes an apple from the counter and cuts it up with a sharp knife. He is quiet for a long moment and concentrates on the fruit.
"Adequately" he finally says, "how did you sleep?"
"Soundly" she says and looks at him "are you feeling better?"
He considers arguing, saying he felt fine before and therefore it is illogical to ask if he is feeling better, but he knew that was a lie. "Yes" he says slowly, testing the word and it's consequences before placing the slices on a plate, cleaning off the counter, and sitting next to her.
"Good" she says and smiles up at his tall figure.
"Yes" he skews a slice and places it carefully in his mouth, mulling it over. Abigail places her attention back into her eggs, the steam still coming up like a wispy cloud.
Halfway through his apple Saren puts down his fork and looks at her, silently considering something. "I believe it would be logical to discuss what had occurred last night."
Abigail pushes her meal away, folds her hands on the table, and looks at him "okay."
They both remain silent for a long time and Abigail almost considers going back to the safety of her meal. "Saren" he looks at her intently, his eyes unmoving from their target, "what is it you wanted to say?"
He takes a moment "I can't help but think it is illogical what we did."
"Did it feel good?" She asks as if she was waiting on those exact words to fall out of his mouth.
"I don't see what that has to do with anything." He looks at her with a confused expression.
"Did it feel right?" She says as if she rehearsed this line of questioning.
"I don't see..." she interrupts him quickly.
"I didn't ask that. Did it feel right?"
"Yes" he finally breathes out and Abigail gives him a sweet smile.
"There we go then." She makes a gesture.
"There we go what?" He knits his brow together in a questioning gaze.
"It's an expression Saren."
"Oh. Then how do we proceed?"
"Slowly I suppose, you might just be stuck with me for a while."
"I do not consider myself "stuck.""
"Good, neither do I" she smiles a little wider.
"So slow?"
"Yes slow."
Abigail returns her attention back to the eggs and Saren does the same with his apple.
As Abigail finishes putting the dishes in the sink she feels a little funny, she shrugs it off and goes into the barn.
Saren walks up to her as she is brushing Midnight. He puts his hand on her shoulder. She turns her head and looks at him "would you mind getting the the what-ya-ma-call-it" she snaps her fingers and knits her eyebrows in concentration "the saddle, I need to take Midnight out for a run."
"It is below 40 degrees Fahrenheit outside."
"No it's fine, just get it please." Saren looks at her funny and leaves the stall. He carries the heavy saddle on one shoulder and opens the stall door. He drops it quickly and rushes over to Abigail lying in a pile of hay.
"Abigail!" he exclaims and shakes her with urgency. Her eyes flutter open and she looks at him.
"Whats wrong Saren?" She asks quietly.
"You were unconscious." Saren feels her head with his heavy hands.
"Was I?" She shakes away his welcoming hand.
"Yes." She closes her eyes and opens them slowly.
"Oh, I just felt a little dizzy. I just think I over did it." She smiles reassuringly up at him, "I just need a little rest."
"Can you stand up?" She tries and sways a little. She puts her arm around his shoulder and he helps her stand. She tries to take a step forward but instead finds herself being lifted into his well equipped arms.
"You don't need to carry me. I can walk just fine."
"It would be illogical when we are already in this position and I am more than capable of carrying your weight."
She puts her hand to her head "if you say so."
Saren carries her up to her room almost effortlessly and moves the covers aside and places her gently in the bed. She looks at him as he rushes out of the room to grab a glass of water. He takes it to her and she sips at it slowly. She pats the part of the bed next to her and he sits down. "I simply over did myself Saren, there is no reason to worry."
"When one is rendered unconscious it is logical to find oneself "worried"" he raises an eyebrow for emphasis.
"I just need a good night rest and I should be fine in the morning."
"Are you sure about this hypothesis." He looks at her doubtfully and stands up to take the glass that she has now finished.
"You know when you were in this position I climbed into bed with you" she says as an answer.
"Would you like me to do the same" he says with that hint of a smile he sometimes has.
"As a matter of fact, yes I would" she smiles at him broadly as he removes his shoes and she pulls down the covers for him to climb in. Soon after this movement she removes her heavy jacket and he does the same. He lays down next to her and pulls up the bed spread. "That's better" she says as she slinks her arm around him, she feels her eyes getting heavy as she is emerged in a sense of calm and relaxation. "Are you doing that?" she asks sleepily.
"You need rest" he says in a soothing voice, moving his hands over her palms.
"Okay" she says and falls asleep.
She wakes up a few hours later and finds a new glass of water by her side and no Saren. She stands up, feeling much better but still a little off and leaves the room to find him. She finds him in the back splitting wood. When he hears her open the creaky door he turns around and looks at her disapprovingly. "It is illogical for you to be out of bed so soon, you need more rest."
She gives him a teasing look "make me" she says and scurries onto the snow bare foot and laughing. Saren rushes at her and soon has her in his arms bridal style, she lets out a squeak when he does so. She finds herself giggling all the way up to her room.
He practically throws her into the bed and she scrabbles to sit up. He stands with his knees touching the bed and she scooches to sit with he knees on either side of his. Her eyes become serious and she wets her lips. She slowly glides her hands up his torso and slowly removes his jacket. He doesn't move until it has hit the floor.
When it has he kicks off his shoes and leans down to her. She captures his lips in an instant, her eyes growing dark and hungry. "Saren" she almost growls and pulls him on top of her. Both their legs hang off the bed and he holds himself above her at the same time as touching every hint of bare skin on her body. There isn't much to begin with but she is still very quickly flooded with all of his want, mingling inside her with her own. "Saren" she says again and slips her hands up the hem of his shirt.
She pulls it off of him and as he rises off of her a little to allow it she takes advantage of the position and flips them so that she is on top of him, her knees on either side of his slim waist. She kisses him more passionately than she ever thought herself capable of. Her hands frame his face and his slide up and down the sides of her body in a hungry pursuit.
"Abigail" he whispers against her neck before nibbling on her pulse point. She moves her hips in a way that forces him to throw his head back and groan loudly. He looks almost frenzied as he pulls her in closely and repeatedly thrust his pelvic up instinctively. "Abigail" he says from the back of his throat and climbs on top of her and continues the movement, holding her hips in his oversized hands.
"Saren" she says breathlessly as pleasure fogs her vision and she meets each trust. She losses track of time and reaches a climax quicker than expected. Saren quickens his pace before pulling her shirt a little so that he can bite her shoulder. He groans loudly into the skin before falling next to her with heavy breathing. They slowly come down from their high.
"It would be logical for me to change" he says picking at the fabric sticking to his sweaty body.
"Yeah, me too" she says and walks to her wardrobe as Saren leaves for his own room. She strips out of her pants and shirt and climbs into some soft pajamas. She climbs back under the covers and watches Saren walk in wearing pajama pants and an old t-shirt. She pats the bed and he climbs in next to her. "Slowly" she whispers with a smile. He doesn't reply.
"Goodnight" she finally says and switches off the light.
"Goodnight" he says back and holds her in his arms.
Abigail wakes up feeling refreshed and back to normal. She finds Saren still sleeping with his body strewn over hers protectively. She waits until the roosters crow loudly before pushing his dead weight off of her and pulling her jeans and sweater out of the dresser. She pretends that she doesn't notice his eyes as she pulls off her clothes.
She keeps her back to him as she pulls on her underwear and shimmies into her jeans. She finally turns to him when her shirt is half way up her arms, she gets it over her head and Saren stands up and pulls the garment the rest of the way down.
He holds out his index and middle finger, waiting for her to return the gesture. When she does he moves his fingers down the length of her, sending a gentle jolt of electricity through her body. He drops his hand and kisses her on the forehead before vacating the room and leaving her to pull on her socks.
"Saren" Abigail says as she opens the back door and finds him continuing his work from yesterday. His lifts his head and looks at her "are you hungry?"
"Yes" he says and lifts the ax above his head. She turns back into the house and starts mixing pancake mix.
When he enters the kitchen he finds her humming as she scoops a hot cake onto a large plate. Without fully turning around she hands the plate to him. He grabs a fork and sits at the table. She puts the hot pan in the sink and grabs her own plate and joins him with a bottle of honey.
He watches her carefully as she pour the honey on her food. She starts cutting it with a butter knife when Saren starts speaking. "If we are to be together then it is logical for me to disclose some information."
"Some information?"
"Yes, I am reluctant, as it is something we usually do not discuss with others."
"What is it?" Abigail asks concerned.
"It is a matter referred to as Pon Farr."
"Pon Farr?"
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