Return to Glory

Couch Meeting

As Alex lay silently in the bed she had been using the last two weeks, she thought about everything Aidan had told her just a few hours earlier. It was mind-boggling to discover all these dark secrets. She wasn't one to believe things instantly, but these days living with the other basically at all moments, she had grown very close to him and by now, she must admit she trusted his word more than the rumors she had heard all around town.

Aside from being from a more trustworthy source, what he told her, despite being grim, sounded completely plausible. She had always kept her distance with almost anyone from the higher classes, as she had always been treated as a filthy peasant by them, so it didn't seem even minimally impossible that these people had such types of guilty pleasures.

She had had her own fair share of unwanted attention throughout her entire life, parting at an uncomfortably young age, and the difference between when the attention was from peasants like her, or nobles, resided in exactly what Aidan had complained of. The nobles expected her instant submission just because they were who they were, even if that just meant being a common lord. She had been able to always avoid them, but knew well that that wasn't all girls' luck.

Shaking her head in the dark, she thought of what Aidan must have thought and felt when he discovered all this. He was just a kid. And he was shunned for having ethical values. If she hadn't already been lusting after him before, this new development just made her want him even more.

Her mind wandered away from those serious matters and brought back the heated memory of their too-brief kiss. She could feel the warmth begin to grow between her legs as she recalled how it felt to be flush against his hard body while his hands roamed freely. Her face grew hot and she knew her pale skin was probably reddened at just the thought of what she wanted.

And she knew she wasn't the only one who was yearning for it. Aidan's body had been very clear of that.

As she lay in the bed, restless and aroused, she wondered what was stopping them from moving forward. They both wanted it and they both were available for it. Why was she now even considering pleasing herself on her own, when she had a very willing man right outside of that door?

Throwing the covers to a side abruptly to get out of the bed with all the determination she hadn't had in weeks, Alex stood up and paced quickly out of the room just as she was; clad only in her underpants.

She slid out in silence, immediately finding Aidan asleep on the couch in front of the hearth. Even in that state he looked handsome. Padding over towards him quietly, as she stood towering over the sleeping figure, she wondered how she should proceed. The warmth of the fire enveloped her practically nude body as she watched the other stirring in his dreams.

Before she could think much further, the emerald eyes opened drowsily, clearly having difficulties focusing and understanding what they were seeing. As soon as realization hit him, she saw the eyes go wide before the blond closed them shut and raised a hand to cover them.

"Is something wrong?" he asked, alarmed, apparently assuming she was there, that way, because there was an emergency.

Smiling at his bashfulness, Alex stepped forward and sat on the couch against him, feeling how he immediately inched back to avoid touching her, out of respect. "I was feeling lonely," she stated simply, reaching out to pull his hand away from his face so he could see her with the warm, orange light of the fire.

"Alex, I don't want to disrespect you…" he muttered, eyes still clenched closed.

The brunette leaned forward and kissed him softly, thrilled to feel how his lips responded timidly. Her bare chest pressed against his hand in that position and she could feel him trembling.

Pulling away just enough to be able to whisper against his lips, Alex asked, "Will you let me get under your covers?"

His body shuddered underneath her as he nodded without opening his eyes. Blindly, he pulled back the heavy quilt and gave her room to slip in with him.

As the couch was rather narrow, Alex took the opportunity to slide a leg over his hip, hooking it around him. Through the thin fabric of her underwear, she could feel him hardening. Smiling in triumph, she returned her mouth to his, placing one of his hands on a nude breast and making it squeeze the delicate flesh. Again the blond trembled against her, his breath now short and erratic.

"Alex…" he mumbled nervously, but the timid hand's fingers tentatively stroked the sensitive skin of her n****e. She had already won.