The first to awaken was Adira, who stretched with a sigh then slowly opened her eyes as she felt Altair shift beside her, his hand sliding over her bare stomach. When memories of all that occurred the night before returned, a heavy blush settled on her cheeks. She'd never made love like that before, it had all been new and slightly frightening at first but she soon fell into ease.
Altair's hand slowly began to follow the curve of her waist then brush against her ribs, following her shape as he woke up also. "So just to be clear, you're not angry with me?" Adira whispered, turning around to face Altair, who still had his eyes closed.
"No."
"And you're not going to kill me."
"No."
"Or banish me."
"No."
"Or kiss me good morning."
"Yes." He smirked then leaned closer, rising up to push Adira onto her back then gently pressed his mouth to her tender lips, lovingly embracing her as their bodies untangled from one another. "How do you feel?"
"I think I felt less tired after the battle." She answered, shifting closer to settle her head on his chest. "Perhaps I was wrong. You do know what you're doing." He smirked victoriously at her, his hands resting behind his head as he looked up to the ceiling. They lay together, resting in the warm rising sun. The only time Altair moved was to slide his arms around his woman and turn into her, drawing in the sweet scent of her hair.
"What will happen to me and my son?" She asked quietly after a while. "We can't stay here."
"There are houses in the town. I'll find you one there." He answered. "Or, you could move into my home." Adira looked up at him as he touched her lower lip with his finger, tracing the line carefully. "And be my wife." She cocked an eyebrow at him.
"Is that your idea of a proposal?" He chuckled.
"Would you rather I was traditional and asked your next of kin, which would be your boy." He arched an eyebrow in return. "I'm sure I could persuade him with a few toys." Mentioning the toys made Adira think for a moment.
"Where did you get those animal carvings from? Kahil couldn't stop talking about them." A slight embarrassed expression crossed Altair's face briefly as he looked down.
"They were mine." A broad smile stretched across Adira's face.
"You kept your toys?"
"They meant something to me. My father carved them when I was still in my cradle."
"That's rather sweet of you, actually." Adira chuckled, curling her arm under Altair's then ran her fingers across his back. He continued to gaze at her, unable to control the tightness in his stomach at this beautiful woman being so close to him. Even now she affected him the way no other had.
"You still haven't answered." He reminded her in a quiet voice. Adira sighed slowly, regarding Altair before slowly smiling.
"Are you sure you want to marry a widow?"
"I have no qualms." He replied simply with a little shrug.
"Well then. I suppose I don't either." Pushing forwards she held Altair down on his back, her hands slowly drawing down his shoulders to his torso as she straddled him. "I'll be your wife on one condition." He smirked with an arched eyebrow, signalling he was listening. Adira crawled closer, lowering her lips to his ear to whisper. "I'll be your wife if you promise to sing to me every day, for the rest of our lives."
Before Adira could even register what was happening, Altair had dragged Adira down onto her back, his muscular and larger frame towering over her. "Hmm…I think I can live with that." He decided then tucked his head into the grove of her neck, taking in a breath before beginning to sing.
Adira shuddered and leaned into the sound, closing her eyes as Altair lured her into a world of their own, where only his voice existed along with his touch.