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Post by Elena Dracul on Dec 9, 2008 0:48:59 GMT -5
ith a quick sweep of her gaze she registered the inside of the cave, the two horses, and finally her husband, off to the side from where she'd left him. Her delicate brows pulled together in disapproval, but then she noted the fire. Though she would still lecture him on moving with such a wound on his stomach, Elena also appreciated the warmth. Elena saw his outstretched hand, and registered his sleepy expression. He must have dozed off while she'd been off looking for the plant she needed.
Without hesitation Elena made her way over to her husband and took his hand. She then let him pull her down beside him, her cheek resting on his shoulder, while she pointedly avoided touching his stomach. She was still shaking, and she was afraid that the movement would make the wound worse. With that thought her eyes slid down to his exposed stomach and she frowned. She needed to take care of it as soon as possible; who knew here the thief's knife or sword had been. Elena could not stand the idea of Mircea getting an infection and suffering.
She nuzzled his shoulder, then looked up at him, placing a kiss on his jaw; and she convinced herself that she would lay there long enough for her to feel her fingers again. After all she couldn't do much work with frozen, numb fingers! Elena sighed contently, for the moment forgetting their situation, almost experiencing total bliss due to the closeness of her husband and the warmth of the fire.
Once the feeling returned to her hands, Elena sat up and reached into her cloak pocket. She brought out the yellow, shriveled plants, a smile on her lips. They were not very fresh, and nearly dead from the cold, but they should still hold the remedy for her husband's wound. She placed anotehr kiss on her husband's jaw then looked around for a flat stone.
Luckily enough within minutes she'd found two flat stones, within her reach, and she started grinding up the plants. Soon enough it all looked like a small pile of mush, and she nodded to herself, going through the recipe in her head. Elena placed the flat stone on which the crushed plants lay by the fire, then walked to where she'd placed the saddles. She pulled out two containers of water, then made her way back to Mircea. The princess handed one of the containers to her husband to drink, and opened the other one while once again sitting by him. She ripped off part of her dress, soaked it in water then leaned in over Mircea's stomach and started cleaning it around the edges, her touch gentle and patient.
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Post by Mircea Dracul II on Dec 10, 2008 1:30:42 GMT -5
Even though he lay there, as…dashing and handsome as he could with a cut across his stomach, Elena still snuggled against him, kissing his jaw with those rose petal lips of hers. He turned his eyes to watch her when she moved. She was working on something on a stone, grinding it. He turned his head to the fire, taking a breath. His stomach hurt, yes…but he knew it would be alright. The blood had stopped pretty well, the cut wasn’t savagely deep, but it was enough to throw him off once it was fresh. Now that his body was doing it’s work, he could take a better care at relaxing. He closed his eyes a long moment, taking in another breath before he felt the blankets move from him, and his shirt being pulled aside. His brows rose, and he lifted his head to look at Elena.
She was leaning over his body, ready to do something to his cut. He simply sighed, leaning his head back and gritting his teeth, ready for anything. He let her work in silence, not protesting against whatever she did. As long as she wrapped his stomach, he would be fine in the end. He was sure once the weather lifted, he could ride Zane back to the castle, and get proper medical treatment, though he would say, he was glad that Elena had learned a few tricks up her sleeve thanks to the servants and peasants who they spoke to often. He could say it made him love her all the more.
He turned his head to look past the fire, which was still rather dull, but the heat was good. Past that he saw white, the snow clearly falling in thick heavy curtains. There was no way he was going to risk trying to get back in the dead of night to the castle. The servants were going to stay awake all night worried, but Mircea would find his way home in the morning, even if it was still snowing. Yet now with the sun near setting, almost completely set, there was no way he was going to make it, neither of them could without risking damage. Plus…the cave was cozy, the entrance to the cave was rather narrow, with one side that was large enough for a horse to duck it’s head and squeeze through, after that tight opening the cave was large, enough that the horses were laying side by side, asleep now.
Mircea shifted the blankets off of him and onto the ground once she was done. He smiled at the bandage, and then looked at her, holding his arm out for her to come to him. “Thank you love.” He smiled, kissing her arm gently as he did. When she lay beside him, he rested his arm over her, his lips pressing onto her shoulder. His stomach actually felt better, he could honestly say that if it weren’t for the weather, he would have them mounted and leaving at the exact moment. Yet…as he lay here beside her, his body warm, the dull fire casting an exotic glow upon the area they were in, he couldn’t help but lean over, his lips pressing unto her neck, pushing nipping kisses against her skin.
Wounded or not, in the middle of the woods in a cave or not, their bed, the stables, the forest or a cave. Mircea could never stay the desire he felt around Elena. She was nearly a drug, every time she was by he couldn’t hold himself in, he couldn’t contain the desire to kiss her, he couldn’t contain the desire as his brain formulated images of them naked, here, the firelight dancing off of their skin as they kept one another warm, kept one another’s desire fed, staying the hunger for one another, and giving into the lust of the moment. And while lust was always part of the love, he would always take her with love in his heart and mind before lust.
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Post by Elena Dracul on Dec 13, 2008 0:43:03 GMT -5
lena cleaned the wound tenderly, applied the crushed plant, then tore a long strip of cloth from her dress. Once the bandage was wrapped to perfection, Elena smiled and looked at her husband. He leaned in and kissed her arm while motioning for her to come closer. She could swear she felt the warmth of his lips through the material of her dress. Shivering slightly, Elena once again laid beside him, her cheek on his shoulder.
The small fire had warmed the cave considerably, and the large warm bodies of the horses had helped the temperature rise as well. She wondered if it would get comfortable enough for them to sleep through the night.
Then she felt his lips on her neck and all thoughts of sleep left her mind. She released a breath, feeling warmer already. Elena felt his teeth and her body tensed. She reached a hand forward and trailed her fingers along the exposed skin around his bandage, feeling the hard muscle beneath his small skin. He felt so nice, and he was all hers...
Elena pushed her body closer, sliding a leg over one of Mircea's, her dress riding up to her knee. And then she suddenly turned her head, meeting that teasing mouth of his with her own. And just like that, she forgot all about the bandits, all about the cold, the cave. The only thing left on her mind was them together and in love. Elena loved this man so much she felt as if her heart could burst.
She kissed him deeply, and let her hand trail up to the rest of his torn shirt, swiftly undoing the buttons and parting it off his chest. Once more of his skin was exposed, she let her hand explore it, lightly using her nails in places she knew he was sensitive...
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Post by Mircea Dracul II on Dec 13, 2008 1:26:21 GMT -5
Mircea continued to drag his teeth along her gentile skin, his lips pressing down now and then in a kiss, but he enjoyed biting her, perhaps relishing what his sister must have felt when she bit another person, yet he wasn’t drawing blood. He would never draw her blood, not unless it was to save her life. Yet even still, his hand roamed up her leg, feeling her own move against his. His hand moved away as her dress slid up her knee, and he didn’t hesitate as his own hand moved up her thigh, against her satin skin before it got to her waist, underneath the dress. His lips still nipping at her collarbone now, kisses now and then he smiled, his dark eyes looking up at her a moment, before he went back to kissing the swell of her chest, all the way to where the dress covered her skin.
She turned her head then, her lips catching his in a passionate kiss. He felt her hand moving up his shirt and chest, her nails touching his sensitive skin as they worked to undo the buttons, and once they were, he felt her hands touching his skin. He shivered lightly, pushing his kiss deeper as he moved his hands to her dress, moving to undo it from her frame, finding the material highly hindering. However, as soon as he had her chest exposed he forgot his motive and moved his lips from hers to the peak of her chest, biting down softly, kissing them as his hand moved back under her skirt, moving to tease her, to make her want him bad enough to say it.
It was perhaps, a horrible thing to do, yet Mircea would admit outright that he loved hearing her speak to him, her breathless moans in the bedroom did something else to him, lit another fire in his skin that made him warm all over, made his body tingle and his fine contours hard. She was another creature entirely, he would swear to the god she was. Her effect on him was enough to drive him mad, enough to send him off a cliff with sheer devotion to her. There was no way in a thousand years he would ever leave her, ever let her go. In fact too many times now he wondered at the possibility of joining his sister in the world of the supernatural, it would mean immortality…it would mean thousands of nights just like this…countless hours spent making her writher under his touch, even before they were fully together. Countless days of kissing her as he did, of sleeping beside her naked form, feeling her soft skin beneath his fingers.
It was a possibility that he would think of, but right now, his thoughts were her, and feeling her twist under his teasing, his lips paying attention to the other side of her chest now. He wanted to hear her call his name, no matter the pain in his stomach he couldn’t deny the rest of his body that screamed for her, and would continue to until he had her completely.
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Post by Elena Dracul on Jan 31, 2009 1:12:50 GMT -5
lenea released a soft moan when their lips met and he returned her kiss. She loved how he kissed her, loved how he touched her. It hadn't all come from practise, Mircea had known all the right ways to touch her from the very start. As she remembered her cries of pleasure their first night together, Elena shivered and pressed her body closer to her husbands. He was her drug. If she were to lose him, Elena wouldn't simply go into withdrawal, she would die. All of her previous beliefs meant nothing; she'd believed herself to be strong when thinking that she would live on if he were to leave her. It was in no way true.
His hand went up her dress, erasing all thoughts from her mind. Elena tilted her head back when he broke the kiss, feeling her upper body exposed from her dress. Mircea's lips and teeth were on her breasts in the next moment, and she bit her lip to keep from making a sound loud enough to wake the horses. A delicate hand slipped into his hair, and she tilted her head forward, watching him with loving eyes.
The eldest Dracul son was close to getting his wish, Elena wasn't sure how much longer she could keep herself quiet. She stopped biting her lip, afraid that she would draw blood, and her quick breaths echoed off the cave walls. It didn't take long before she didn't care whether they woke the horses or not, "M-Mircea..." Her voice held the tone of demand and at the same time pleading. She arched her entire body against him, frustrated by the clothes between them. Elena wanted to feel his bare skin all along her body. She hurriedly pushed his shirt from his shoulders and let it fall, her chest rising and falling with every hurried breath.
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Post by Mircea Dracul II on Jan 31, 2009 1:31:01 GMT -5
As he paid due respect to her body Mircea couldn’t help but feel his own beginning to demand proper respect. His body was burning, not from the fire, but of sheer demand of wanting Elena. It had been what? Two days…No…last night…still, such a long time to go without her. No matter how many times he had her, he wanted her more, wanted to feel her body against his, her satin skin touching his own, to taste her skin and her lips, feel her body moving against his. It was all running through his mind, images of previous nights flittering through his head, but this time would be different…no doubt, it would be more…intense. With the darkness now settling firmly outside, the snow still falling, slowly covering the hole of the cave, the two horses soundly asleep, and a crackling fire…he couldn’t help but wonder…no…not wonder…he wanted.
His gaze lifted up to hers for a brief moment as he felt her hand in his hair. He ceased the teasing of his hand, moving his fingers up her hip, across her smooth skin, underneath the hem of her dress moving up her stomach as far as it would go, before he lowered his lips, kissing just as her stomach. He smiled moving his lip back to her breast, nipping down on her gently, his smile still there as he did so. He wanted to tease her…he would do so until he heard his name…
Then he heard it
Her pleading demand, a tone she’d used only a few times before, since he usually never made her ask for it. It threw him for the edge, and he leapt blindly, accepting his fate. His mouth moved from her body and pressed firmly upon her own, a frantic, passionate needing kiss. He could feel her frantic breathing underneath his fingers as he moved to push her dress off her body, the horse mats below her cushioning her just fine, and like the dress mattered, he’d get her another one, same fabric if she wanted, anything she desired was hers. Even him, any time, or day…he was her own.
He pulled the dress past her hips dragging it off her legs and feet and tossed it to her side, his hands moved up her bare body now, cherishing her skin. No matter the bandage on his torso, he saw fit for her to help him, as he helped himself, remove his trousers, even still as he kissed her. Once free of hindering clothing he put his arms around her body, pulling her upright, and onto his lap.
His gaze settled on hers, his eyes full of longing, passion, desire, and most of all love, filled every corner of his dark eyes as he pulled her to him fully, feeling her body against his own, one hand on her back, the other on her waist, the fire kissing them with golden heat as he pressed his lips to hers once more. Mircea would do anything for her, anything she demanded…he would stretch his own body, ignore the pain…because she wanted him, and he wanted her.
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