Author's Notes: Enjoy the calm before the storm people!
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! Nor claim to. OC is mine, and mine alone.
On the morning of the fourth day Akefia had been gone, Amunet woke up to a stirring feeling in her belly. Moving her hands, she was surprised to feel the baby kicking with some vigor. A mixture of melancholy and joy washed over her as she started the long process of getting out of bed. After a few minutes Amunet had managed to get up and wash her face before stepping out of the tent in an attempt to find Marik. Just as she raised her hand to block the harsh glare of sun, she was almost tackled down to the ground as she was pushed into a man's embrace.
Akefia…
As she registered Akefia folding his arms around her, she slowly brought her arms up to his face, needing to look at him in order to believe it was truly him.
He looked no different than he had when she had last seen him, maybe a little darker from all the traveling he had done, but otherwise Amunet felt the baby kicking harder as she gazed in his eyes. Her hands fell down to his own, pulling them to her stomach so he could feel it as well. His eyes widened in surprise, but continued to touch her large belly, leaning his forehead on the top of her head. Amunet tried her best not to cry, but she was so happy to finally know that nothing had happened to him that she couldn't help a few tears stain her glowing cheeks.
"You miss me?" he smirked.
All she could do was nod her head as her hands ran over his forearms, gripping them as she felt the knot in her throat loosen a bit.
His lips came down on hers just as she was about to open her mouth to speak, kissing her as his hands smoothed over the tight fabric covering her stomach. When he pulled away from her, Amunet looked up at him through a haze of longing and pulled him into the shade of the tent. Getting the idea, Akefia kissed her bare shoulder as he began to pull at her dress, gathering it in his hands in order to take it off. Amunet moaned quietly as she was released from the confines of her clothes and turned around, meeting his mouth with her own. Gently helping her down onto the cot, where moments earlier she had struggled to get up and off of, he stepped back to look at Amunet in all of her beauty. Glowing with a mixture of youth and fertility, Akefia fell to his knees, dropping his cloak behind him as he did so. His hands ran over her body, paying special attention to all the areas she was slightly fuller in, especially her breasts which he soon enveloped into his mouth one at a time, almost expecting to taste her sweet milk as he did so. Although minimally disappointed with not obtaining a single drop, Akefia focused his attentions elsewhere, leaving a trail of kisses down her stomach and to her most intimate of areas. As he tasted her, Amunet moaned his name, begging for more as his tongue teased her eager body.
"Tell me you missed me," he said, stopping his movements and looking up at her blushing face.
"I missed you," she said breathily.
Akefia smirked before he brought up his lips back up to her mouth, kissing her slowly as she squirmed beneath him.
"I love you," she said as his mouth slid down her chin, kissing her neck as he inhaled her scent.
Akefia paused before continuing, kissing her body more passionately as Amunet smiled in pleasure, knowing that he felt the same.
As Amunet laid in Akefia's arms, their naked bodies sticking lightly to each other, she cleared her throat to speak,
"My King?"
Akefia responded with an amused sort of grunt, squeezing her closer while being mindful of her stomach.
"Where did you go?" she asked quietly, not wanting to upset him if he did not want to talk about the subject.
He was silent for some time, putting Amunet slightly on edge as she waited patiently for him to respond.
"Would you like to see?"
"See?" she repeated, confused as to what he could possibly show her.
"Why don't you get dressed while I go speak to Marik," he said, placing a single kiss on the top of her head before removing himself from her to get his shendyt and cloak on.
He walked out of the tent without a second glance at Amunet, who was left in the same predicament as she was before. Letting her annoyance wash clearly over her face as she took a second before she attempted to get up once more, Akefia entered the tent almost as quickly as he left with a large grin on his face.
"Did you really think I was going to leave you like that?"
Amunet had dropped her anger and was now laughing, her hands grabbing at her stomach as Akefia walked forward, now laughing with her as well.
"Oh, Amunet, I thought you knew me better than that," he said, still laughing slightly as he helped stand her up and pull her dress back on.
"I should have known better than to have doubted you my liege," she said in a tone that mimicked his own.
"Quite right my Queen," he smiled at her as they walked out, into the blaring heat of the day. Amunet felt a sweet smile spread across her face at his words, coupled with the hand that guided the small of her back in the direction he chose. As they passed the center of the camp, Marik waved them down,
"You need to eat!" gesturing blatantly towards Amunet.
Akefia sighed, changing their course so Amunet could eat.
She sat down on the makeshift bench as Marik handed her the plate full of food. Akefia stood and conversed with Marik in a low voice a few paces away from her as she sat, eating suspiciously. The moment she was done, they walked back over to her in silence as Amunet attempted to stand by herself. Akefia was over to her in an instant, helping her needlessly at that point, resuming their previous course to what she assumed was his horse.
"Is it on the horse?" she inquired.
"No, but you'll be. If you can manage, of course," he spoke in a quiet, but amused tone.
Amunet snorted before Akefia had shot her a look that gave her goosebumps all over her body in an instant. She nodded her head as they finally approached the black beast, petting the head before Akefia began to help her up as gently as he possibly could. She was on the horse in a matter of a few seconds, much to her surprise, Akefia mounting behind her once he had untied the reigns.
"Where are you taking me?" she finally asked, an hour into their travel.
"It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you now, would it?" he grinned.
"No," she sighed, scrunching her face in frustration.
Akefia chuckled, moving his hand to lay flat on her belly. Feeling another strong kick, his eyes widened in surprise once more as Amunet placed her hand on top of his own. Leaning back into him even more, Amunet closed her eyes as she tried to contemplate what he had in store for her.
Within the next hour they had reached their destination. Amunet looked behind her towards Akefia, completely bewildered.
"Here, put this on," he said, grabbing a hooded cloak from the bag on the horse and helping her slip it on as best she could while sitting.
Akefia removed his red cloak and while stuffing into the bag, removed another hooded cloak and put it on, covering his white mane completely.
Amunet stiffened with a mixture of dread and excitement as he ushered the horse forward at a much slower pace. Stopping the horse after a reasonable distance, he slid off before he gingerly helped Amunet off as well.
"I-" her words choked her as Akefia smiled and pushed her forward.
"Go ahead," he grinned.
She only took one step before she began crying, turning back around to embrace Akefia.
"Home…" she sobbed.
Trying his best not to laugh, he hushed her as he lifted her up and carried her into the structure.
"I could have gotten you a chest full of gold and you wouldn't have even batted an eyelash, I get you some abandoned house and you're a mess. Get your priorities straight Amunet," he joked, setting her down once they had made it past the door. They both removed their hoods but Amunet removed the cloak entirely, dropping it on the floor as she looked at Akefia in disbelief. She shuffled slowly around the rooms as Akefia spoke,
"I can't afford for you to be spotted by too many people, someone might recognize you. This location was perfect, far enough from the main village where no one will bother you but close enough should you need anything. I've paid an elderly woman to keep an eye on you, just in case I'm not there when.." he trailed off as Amunet rounded the corner and met him face to face.
"I understand," she responded sadly. "How often will you come?" she asked, hesitatingly.
"The ride isn't that long from the camp, I made sure of that. But, as often as I can, " he said in a soft tone that made the knot in Amunet's throat swell again.
"Did you look out the back window?" he asked, perking up slightly.
"No," Amunet said just as he grabbed her hand and practically ran out of the house, pulling her with him.
"Slow down!" she half yelled, laughing as they ran out the structure and made their way to the back.
"What could you possibly have to sh-" Amunet stopped as she gazed upon a small, but very lush garden. Knowing her affinity for growing herbs and other plants, Akefia had spent a great deal of time not only looking for the perfect location, but had taken the time to do this for her.
She embraced him tightly before she made her way into the rows of plants, sitting in the middle after a few moments. The sun warmed her body and the dirt beneath her was just as warm, Akefia watched her contentedly as the wind blew a stray flower onto her lap. Picking it up and smelling it, her eyes closed as Akefia made his way over to where she sat, laying down, his head on her lap.