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The morning light that came through the window made streaks across the bedding, lighting faces and hands that were not covered. Laun was becoming aware that she was looking at a strand of brown hair lying across her own hand, but not from her own head. She moved slightly to see who it was and a familiar arm clasped her to him. A warm, soft breath was at the back of her neck, sending tremors down her back. She involuntarily took in a breath and found she was arching away from the man at her back. He stirred and she found that more than his arm seemed insistent.
Edgar had taken his place sometime in the night, Fount rolling over to make room. Disa was already up and Laun had a small concern as the situation that morning seemed to have changed from others. The walk in the night at the Inn had tempted her, but she recognized it was a need to feel comfort and warmth right then. Now that comfort and safety seemed to have settled around her, the temptation was there again.
There was still a voice that told her that it was not the right time. She needed to know her own intentions, not just his. The future was still uncertain.
Laun had another shiver go down her back, making her push back into Edgar and the hardness that was held in check with his breeches. His arm held her tighter and she could feel his face moving slightly at the nape of her neck. The feelings she had go through her were wonderful and terrifying. A part of her mind stepped back and thought of the reactions she had seen in some of the men she had danced for in the last few years. A sigh escaped with the next shiver and she understood some of what she must have done to the men, nobles and servants alike, when she danced.
Edgar’s hand came up her body and cupped her breast. Another reaction went through her as he brushed her nipple. His warm hand sent more shivers down her body and she knew she had to wake him. It was pleasant and she now wished it to continue, but she wanted them both to be awake. Laun almost felt like she was taking advantage of her swornman as he lay behind her.
She moved her top arm until it was free of his embrace. She reached back to his head and stroked his stubbly hair with her fingertips. He took in a breath causing another tremor down her spine. He started awake and was confused for a second.
He pulled away slightly and said into her ear, “I beg your pardon, Lady.” He was not expecting the slight intake of air and the noticeable shiver under his hand when he spoke.
Laun turned and was able to look into Edgar’s eyes, saying, “You were asleep, but if you don’t stop doing that...” Laun wanted to draw him to her and kiss him, but knew it would not just be a kiss. Her fingers drew down along his cheek and rested just below his lips. His brown eyes did not blink as they looked at each other, but Laun noticed small lines at the corners for the first time.
He reached down and adjusted himself through his breeches. “It was a lovely dream.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He took another as it was being difficult to take control from his body. His hand brushed her hip and the control he had slipped, his manhood throbbing again.
“I think I understand the clothing thing, now.” Laun whispered into Edgar’s ear. It was his turn to feel ripples going through him.
“Yes, My Lady,” her swornman said in a rumble. “Well, since we are awake, last night, before I...” He propped himself on his elbow and pulled a cover over Laun and between them. He took another breath in and started again. “The storm may have taken down the smithy shed in the courtyard. Not a desperate thing, but we will need it up and running before we can sharpen the harvesting tools. And... one of the nobles who was wounded was in fever throws and was saying something about them being followed. I would not doubt it. We need to have more patrols as well as sentries if that is the case.”
“Match up the dancers...” Fount mumbled into his shoulder.
Edgar pushed up and knelt on the bedding. It was good until his leg cramped and he was on his back holding his leg awkwardly above him. He forced his thumbs into the knot in the calf and waited for Fount to disentangle enough to turn over.
Laun covered her mouth as she laughed at the funny sight. She reached over Edgar’s uncramped leg and stroked Fount’s shaggy hair a few times as the bottom half of him was kicking, but the top half just didn’t want to move. Fount finally turned over and his eyes were partially open. He tried to speak but a blanket was pressed against his mouth.
He shook his head and sat up. “Set patrols of our trained wardsmen and dancers together. The dancers already kick our butts in practice.” Fount yawned and stretched.
“We do, too,” came the mumble from the woman next to them. Her hair had been the lock draped on Laun’s hand and more of it came out from under the cloth covering her head. “My Lady, I had been thinking of something like that the last few days. I grew up as a farmer before my Lady Hellon brought me into the castle. I know the land very well and I think the wardsmen need to, too.”
Laun sat up and tried to turn to see the others on the bed. It was just the four of them at the moment as far as she could tell. “Nan, who else has knowledge like that in the household?”
The dancer did not get up but pulled the cloth down further. “I’m not sure, Lady. I will talk to others and find out.” A movement that shook her covers showed the dancer was stretching and her face was screwed up in a silent yawn. “As soon as I wake up.”
Laun placed her palm gently on the dancer’s cheek and they smiled at each other. A stomach in the room rumbled, letting everyone know that the body would not be denied. Fount looked somewhat apologetic and shrugged.
Laun got up and started to fold the covers she had been under as she had done when they were sleeping under the stars. Edgar caught himself looking at her body and turned away. He let his leg fall and he looked at Fount. “She knows not what she is.”
Font nodded. “We know.” He shrugged again and slowly made his way off the bedding. He left, followed by Laun shortly, both having paused long enough in the anti-chamber to pull on the clothing from the night before.
Nan was watching Edgar who was just lying there looking at the wooden ceiling above. “Sir, if you have need this morning My Lady could not attend to...” He looked over and saw the wicked gleam in her eye. His body let him know that it was ready, and did have needs. He watched her pull the covers from her naked body, still half-hidden by the long wool of a sheepskin beneath her. She was ready for the head wardsman and willing for anything he would want.
Chapter 18 The household takes care of the new guests, and Laun is confused by one of her men
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