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Journey to the East

"You don't have to," she offered kindly. "You have been fighting that sickness after all."

Her eyes opened, shimmering once more as he murmured teasingly at her. A small chuckle came from her.

"I don't even remember falling asleep. I guess I was just very comfortable."

Elann retracted her hands from his front and gave his butt two light pats teasingly, purely because she was attracted to it.

"I am going to get under the blankets though. Was his bed comfortable when you laid on it earlier for a while?"

She had been on it, but not long enough to assess how comfortable it was.

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Elann knew full well her husband's nature. Much like the eagle who picked at each feather to be in its proper place for the coming battle, so he seemed to look over himself in the same light as his false self. Her interruption was purposeful, as if stealing him back from the animal, and her gradual touch was met with shock. So intense was his gaze upon himself, he forsook all other things in the room.

On the outside, it seemed like Noah's skin was cool, but as they made contact, his body heat was clearly there. He wrapped his own hands in hers and flutterings of love filled their bond coming from her, though as he seemed to study upon what little of her he could see, she felt that love returned, not in response to her, but spawned from him.

"Mhmm!" she hummed happily toward him and kissed his back once more, her love for him growing increasingly as he rubbed her hands in the sweet way he did. This to her was romantic, and though she initiated it once again, he wasn't without participation in the event.

He questioned her on her intent and she shook her head, slowly straightening up to see over his shoulder into the mirror. The brilliancy of her eyes seemed like two jewels set upon his shoulders and then they seemed to fade as her eyes closed, coming to rest her head upon his skin in an animal-like fashion; like a cat marking its territory by rubbing her cheek along the length of his shoulder as she sought his hands to hold hers.

"No," she whispered into his shoulder, seemingly the only warm thing coming from her being the breath that danced there upon his marked skin. "I'm wide awake, you?"

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They both went through preparations for returning to the bedroom, and despite he want for Noah's help in climbing the stairs, with the given light and her hands full of clothes and a towel, she instead kept to herself as she carefully traversed the dark steps. In no time she would be running up and down them with ease, but for the first day there, she was careful.

Quiet as a mouse, she shuffled into the room first and let him close it behind her. It felt good to be in the room by themselves and Elann set the clothes down on the top of their trunk for cleaning in the morning. She had a lot of laundry to do before they left for the markets and clothes shopping.

He had seemingly settled near the mirror and was evaluating himself. That brought a smile to her face as she took in his form in the candlelight. Being free, she moved over toward him where she came to his back near where his gnosis mark was. It was there in her eyes, she sought his attention.

"You look very handsome over here looking over yourself."

It was easy to see that Elann was infatuated with him physically, as he well knew. Her hands sought out his body once more, this time running over his back and smoothly down to his hips where she slid behind him completely to hug around his front. Her face lingered close to his back and she kissed him gently there. Wetness could still be felt on her cold face and her hands were freezing as normal, though there was a clammy warmth to her body as she pulled him in for a hug; perhaps due to the warmth of her nightgown.

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While the desert was scorching hot, up in the air where birds flew, there was some cooler temperatures; otherwise his mother would have likely died if she was anything like him. 120 or more degrees could demolish someone who was not used to it, and water was a rare thing.

"Donovan's room is fine," she stated in response to his defensive sofly spoken words. He obviously didn't understand that she was just trying to relate and remind him of their mutual feelings, feelings that were obviously more nagging in her mind than his. She wanted to get started in this life with him, but perhaps he just didn't understand the intent of her bringing it up again. Whatever the reason, she got her answer and didn't want to discuss it further.

Though the conversation ended, it didn't mean he wouldn't rescue her, and it was likely him who had saved her from falling. She had taken the proper exit from the tub, but just slipped on the interior's smooth edge. Fortunately he was there to comfort her and she burried her head on his wet body. The fear and embarrassment seemed to simmer down quite quickly, particularly because he didn't point out her slipping.

From there, she moved slightly, shifting to face the oncoming two towels for her, and watched as he took the one for himself. One towel was wrapped up quickly, binding her hair in a sort of turban, and the other went about the process of drying her skin and eventually handing it off as he came to take it. Wrapping her nightgown around her, she tied the solid fabric tight. She looked ready for bed, but in their bond she was wide awake and no longer sleepy looking.

As he dried off himself, she observed him and how he moved. There was minor desire for him in their bond as well as a much more significant amount of attraction, but curiosity was her main emotion. She always found how men did things differently than women interesting.

Feeling ready to go, she collected the dirty clothes and wet towels to wash the next day and held them to her body.

"Ready?"

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Elann had heard him, but unless he wanted a Popsicle for a wife, and likely someone who would catch her death literally, he needed to be patient and let her warm her bones. It didn't take long at all, and by the time of their conversation, she was near ready to leave with him.

Despite her caresses, he seemed more occupied in what she said than feeling much in the way of emotions. Elann elected to stop and just focus on the conversation as well, nodding in response.

"I'm okay with whatever we want to do. I don't mind staying here until the party, but I just would like to have some idea of where we are headed. I am comfortable in your brother's room, but it's not our final destination. We shouldn't impose upon your parents, even if they want us to. Don't you kind of want our own place? A place where we could call our own?"

Elann rose slowly from the tub and squeezed her hair so that the majority of the water would leave it. It smelled nice, as did they both. Carefully Elann slowly stepped out of the tub with one leg and was met with a nice small slat rug that repelled water and kept her from slipping. However, what she wasn't used to was the slippery soapy bottom of the tub, and as she transferred weight, she nearly ended up cracking her skull on the tub by falling backward, however, at the last moment her foot gained some traction and she caught herself; doing a strange arm waving balance pose as she righted herself.

While it was funny and she knew it, it did scare her, so through her bond would be some humorous embarrassment as well as fear. If he was standing by then, she would step the rest of the way out and seek a hug from him for comfort as she whimpered with a pout, but if he wasn't, she would hold herself there as she dripped, looking about where she could safely move.

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While Noah didn't want to, Elann now was freezing cold on the innermost part of her body. It was only the subtle heat generated by her closeness to him and his normally warm body that would keep her from getting sick, though outwardly she showed signs already of light sniffling and holding her arms about herself as she hid in the depths of the cool waters; finding them infinitely warmer than the cold air outside the tub.

Fortunately, it didn't take him long to both drain the tub, and replace the water; but in the instance where the tub was down a fourth of its depth, she was nearly submerged to keep the cold from laying claim to her naked body. Though it would be unseen by normal eyes, perhaps Noah could see she was shivering as the normal body functions took over. Shortly, warm water began to pour into the tub and Elann seemed to come back to life, making all manner of moany-happy-humming sounds as she mixed the water and stopped shivering.

A dramatic sigh was given as if to say, "The cold is finally over!" and she rushed in the water to reclining to her husband and curl up completely against him. There she nuzzled his neck and lightly kissed it before laying her head back down on his shoulders. Her lower lip was bitten as she thought to herself and merely only gave him a nod in response.

Moments later, when finally warmed on the inside as well as the outside, she seemed to slip from him and favor feeling about his body, even in a wifely way merely out of curiosity. Though as if disinterested in having relations with him, she looked to him curiously.

"After we go shopping tomorrow, are we going to go view the inn?"

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Elann did stir as he nudged her. The strange surroundings made her look around in shock a bit as she had not expected to fall asleep. In the bell that had passed, she had come acclimated to the cooled water, but now that she slowly woke and pushed back from him, she noticed how cold it was.

"Why didn't you wake me up? The water is cold. Can we drain some of it and put more hot water in?"

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It was important for Elann upon his answer and various emotions to express to him how much she loved him. As a way to calm down his mind, she pulled up, pressing her chest to him and wrapping her arms around his neck just tight enough to seem like a hug.

"Don't let it trouble you too much. I do love you, very much."

That wasn't in question fortunately, as Elann constantly overwhelmed him with her love, though the more he failed to show care and caretaking of that love in Elann, the harder it would become for her. It was a test of her faith as well. She would do what it took to still love him, however she didn't know how hard he would try to grow in romantic emotions for her, let alone that loving feeling she desired from him.

With Noah's arms now wrapped about her, she fell into a deep sleep there on his shoulder as she faced his neck. The water was close to her chin, and if he slipped down just a little, she'd get the soapy solution in her slightly puffed and open lips. The wear and tear of the day led her into that deep sleep rather out of nowhere, and if woken, she'd likely stay awake. The coffee and tea had yet to have a chance to work in her, but if she were to wake, it would all be a different image.

Never snoring, Elann puffed silent whispers of breath at his neck for as long as he lay there and left her in peace.

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Elann enjoyed the peace of settling close to him and laying upon him. The warmth soothed her body from neck to toe and every muscle she had she could feel becoming like putty as she lay there with him. Elann hadn't napped like him, she was far too interested in what was going on around her, but there in his arms, she could feel like she could sleep.

There was however an important conversation between them. A conversation that could perhaps errupt into a fight, though Elann had no idea how. If anything like before, it would come out of nowhere to her senses, and would likely be due to his failure to get what was common knowledge to most people. Once again, she could hear him stating the same lacking of understanding of the situation he seemed so prevalent to fail in. She was not falling into that trap, and with her lack of language skills in common, she couldn't exactly express what she wanted anyways.

"Some of the time you do," she answered him. "I don't demand you to be more romantic, but I do love it when you are. The more you are, and the more often you are, the more I'll feel sated by it. I can't explain it any better for you. I guess it's something you will have to try to understand yourself. Maybe look at people around you, your parents, your sibling's past relationships, your old friend's. I don't know, love. Maybe just express it more though our bond, your words, and your actions. Maybe it's that you look at my eyes and find them fair or beautiful, but I don't sense a longing love in your heart because you see them. I know I am, but...does that make sense a little?"

She didn't like asking that question because he had been caught lying to her in the past, saying that he understood something but really didn't. She hoped in this instance he did understand and she could explain a bit better.

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As he didn't shut her out, she was more happy than disappointed. That emotion had all but faded away by his apology.

"I know, it's okay," she answered, reaffirming her kindness toward him and her lack of judgement in this instance. She could feel that he felt bad about it, and it showed that either he knew his lack of romance toward her was unappreciated, or that this instance he had done something bad, and she assumed it was the latter. In her mind however, he hadn't done bad; he just hadn't done what she wanted.

He expressed even further, which lightened her mood more. He expressed that he wanted to be alone with her, together, which in a strange way was romantic. As a result, she ceased her separation from him and moved to her knees, climbing over toward him until he could make proper room for her there with his legs crossed. If he didn't move, she supposed she would climb atop him, but if he stretched out his legs, she would lay on his chest. Her speech would be slow going as it was a complex subject that still required some advanced words and topics for her lacking skill in the language and in it he, would hear her stronger Benshira accent.

"It's hard to explain, Noah. Me, and many other woman out there, want the same things: we want to be taken care of, held, and shown affection physically, mentally, emotionally, and even in the area we are in shown that we are important. Your want and desire to have me here alone with you, that is romantic, emotionally. It makes me feel warm and appreciated. Physically, is you taking an interest in my body, my lips, my scent, more than just having sex, though that is part of it. To be attracted physically to me and to desire to physically do what you want with me. That is me being romanced for the qualities I have physically, by you. When you appeal to my mind, drawing me in with words that make me feel important, beautiful, or appreciated, that can make me feel like I am being romanced mentally. And like this room, sometimes just the thought of being in a place with another person, secluded and away from others, a quiet place that is not overbearing on our senses such as sight, sound, and scent, can be romantic too. So while you didn't light these candles in an attempt to be romantic, the room has a romantic feel to it. Whereas, if you were to light all the candles, it would seem very bright in here, and it would feel like we are just taking a bath, but with it dim, it almost seems like we could be in a romantic situation, even if we are not."