She didn’t want it to be so. She had enjoyed her role, and had enjoyed being with Sarah.
As the brunette headed for the staircase that would take her to her chambers, she saw Sarah just ahead of her. The blonde was hurrying up the stairs, holding her skirts just above her ankles to avoid tripping. Once she reached the landing, she stopped, almost as if she knew she were being followed. Looking over her shoulder, green met blue.
"Milady," Fallon said, slowly advancing on her wife.
"My lord," Sarah said, her voice near breathless as a sudden surge of nerves clutched at her heart.
"How are you?" The brunette caught up to Sarah.
"I am fine, my lord." Green eyes ducked in deference to her husband. Long, strong fingers gently clasped her chin and brought Sarah’s face up to look at her own.
"Are you really? Is there anything you need, Lady Sarah? Anything to make you happy?"
Sarah looked into the unbelievably handsome face of her husband, and the kindness of his eyes. So intense and blue. Stunning.
"No, my lord. I, I . . ." She stopped, swallowing hard. "I am fine, sir."
"Call me Fallon," the brunette asked, bowing slightly. Sarah smiled.
"And will you call me Sarah, my lord?"
"Aye." Fallon gave her a brilliant smile. "Sarah."
Green eyes twinkled.
"Aye, Fallon."
"Good night, Sarah." Fallon took Sarah’s hand, and placed a light kiss on the back.
"Good night, Fallon." Sarah gave her a small curtsey, and she hurried to her chambers, her heart beating double time.
Fallon watched her go, her own heart pounding.
She sighed, then headed to her own chambers.
Sarah sat in front of her fireplace, trying to stay put. She felt antsy and restless, and had no idea why. It had been nearly a month since Fallon had come to her, and for some reason, she felt as though she were failing in her role as a wife. Granted, it was for the husband to decide, but still.
She grabbed the long braid that fell down her back, pulling it over her shoulder, and carefully began to pull the golden strands free. She had started watching Fallon as he practiced with his soldiers. He was an amazing fighter and his strength and ability was more than evident.
She sighed again, then started when she heard a soft knock at her door.
Turning, she called out. "Come in."
The door slowly opened, and Fallon poked her head in. She saw her wife sitting in front of the fire, pulling her braid free. The long strands draped over her shoulder, and the light from the fire made it appear as though she had a golden halo around her head.
"Hello, Lady Sarah," she said, stepping into the room. She felt so unsure, as though she were doing something wrong. Taking advantage, but was drawn all the same.
"Hello, sir Fallon." She stood, clasping her hands to her chest, almost as if she were trying to keep her pounding heart behind her breast.
"I bring you this." Fallon walked over to her wife and handed her a red rose. Sarah took the gift, and once again brought it to her nose. She eyed her husband, remembering the first night. She wondered if the rose was to be the symbol of his wants and desires.
"’Tis beautiful, my lord," she said softly.
"As are you." Fallon said, a small smile tipping her lips. She had come to this room out of curiosity, just to see what would happen and if Sarah would bite. The bait was the rose, and though she felt manipulative, wanted to know if she would be welcome.
Sarah blushed lightly at the compliment, then looked up at Fallon.
"Did you need something, my lord?" she asked quietly, twisting the rose in her fingers. Blue eyes scanned over the small blonde and a smile formed.
"I wish to be with you again, Sarah," she said, her voice low and husky, sending a surprising chill down the blonde’s spine.
"Of course, Fallon. You need not ask." She laid the rose down upon the chair she’d just abandoned, and walked over to the bed. She felt nervous excitement racing through her blood. After watching her husband for the past two fortnights, she was glad that she was still found desirable.
Fallon watched the small blonde, noting how she could still see the gentle sway of her hips even through the thick, flowing material of her sleeping gown.
The brunette had been listening to her men when they talked about their wives or lovers. Many of them had mentioned kissing. Fallon knew of kissing from the small kisses on the cheek she’d get from her mother, but knew nothing of a sexual kind. The men said the kisses were on the lips, and often the best kind was when the wench would use her tongue.
This was a strange concept to her, but after referencing it with her manservant, who spoke very highly of the virtues of the kiss, she decided to perhaps try this. It had been said that it proved highly pleasurable for the woman as well.
The warrior walked over to the bed, unlacing her pants as she went. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she pulled off her boots, and then turned to her wife. Sarah lay on her back, tucked under the blankets up to just under her breasts. Green eyes were on her, watching her every move.
With her back still to Sarah, Fallon asked, "Sarah, did you enjoy what we did last time?" She spared a glance at her wife, but quickly looked away, not wanting to see rejection n her face, no matter what her words might be. "And the truth. Not what you think I might like to hear."
Sarah’s heart raced, trying to decide what might be the best answer, when she decided to just be honest. Besides, it wasn’t like the answer was bad.
"Yes, my lord. I enjoyed it much more than I thought I might," she said softly. "You were gentle and kind, Fallon."
The warrior turned to look at the lady, her expression guarded. "Really?"
"Yes, my lord. Come." Sarah pulled the blankets back, inviting her husband to join her. "And you, sir?" she asked, dropping her eyes. She knew it was an entirely inappropriate question, but really wanted to know.
"Yes, Sarah," Fallon said, making her way over to the smaller woman, slipping beneath the covers and scooting her long body until she could feel the heat of Sarah’s. "I enjoyed it very much, and I am very happy to hear that you did as well. I would never hurt you, my wife. I’m very pleased that I did not."
"My mother warned me." Sarah smiled shyly. "She told me it would hurt."
"And my father tutored me on the best way to cause the smallest amount of discomfort or pain."
"You did well, my lord." Sarah looked at the face of her husband. There had always been something there that seemed different. She was amazed how he could seem so strong and capable, yet possess a vulnerability that she more sensed than saw evidence of.
"Thank you.." Fallon brought the covers down a bit, exposing Sarah’s clad body. She saw the girl’s breasts rising and falling with every breath and suddenly wished to see them uncovered. This was inappropriate to the ways of coupling, so she would leave them be But she was still curious. Instead, her hand roamed down to the hem of Sarah’s sleeping gown, and using her fingers, slowly brought it up until she felt the warm skin of the blonde’s thigh.
"Very beautiful," she whispered, looking into Sarah’s face. She was pleased to see that her wife held not the fear that she had the first time. She looked a bit trepidatious, but not afraid.
"Thank you, my lord," Sarah whispered back. She could feel her breathing already begin to hitch in anticipation and slight anxiety. She knew in her bones that Fallon would never hurt her, but she wanted to make sure she did things right. Perhaps she had done wrong the first time, and that is why he stayed away for so long?
"You are very soft."
Sarah was surprised at how much talking her husband was engaging in tonight. He said so very little on their wedding night. Her fingers itched to touch her lord, but she was still unsure if this was allowed.