I was still limping from Nahir's crack to the shin over the whole Ash not coming to talk to Her about claiming me. I laugh when I think about how I shouted.. "Why ya hittin' me? I didnt do it!" Aunt replied.. "Cause your standing here.. and He isnt!!" Good valid point.. old Woman. How can you argue that? So... I headed to the fires to see if Mezoo was there and make sure the paga was guarded for the party. I found Tarra and Kaeli there. Of course my limp drew attention... and my inadvertant course of direction that nearly had me walking into the fire pit. I was scatter-brained tonight. Tarra said surely I didnt want to be a crispy Tuchuk. No.. not yet.. I replied and chuckled. Now the limp was questioned and I told them about Aunt being alittle... peturbed and the resoning behind it. Tarra nodded.. She agreed. And about that time.. Ash snuck up behind me and added His two coppers. He asked if I wanted Him to... "Knock Her down a peg" uhhhh Aunt? My Aunt Nahir? We all laughed. That was like Him trying to gain an edge with Oren... or Kamchak for that matter. All these people.. protective over their kin.
Somehow the conversation turned to... yup.. you guessed it. Sex. That was the real reason I was walking funny.. wasnt it? I think Wily listens to these conversations... not so much looking to the slaves for tid-bits to tell His sister's. I tried to divert the interest in my sex life.. away from the act itself. I didnt want to just come right out and say.. hello? We havent done it yet. But I did say... that It just isnt all about sex. Kaeli didnt help by adding.. Yeah but it sure is a fun part of it. Groan.
Now.. I was hardly ashamed that the act itself hadnt taken place. Alittle disappointed? Yes. We wanted each other for sometime now. We just.. did not act upon those base desires fully. And Im sure many thoughts of making the wagon rock and roll crossed both our minds here and there. But remember.. Ash and I have done this before.. Mating. And I think the older you get... the more importance is put on the deeper more connective meanings to a relationship. Not that.. being taken to His wagon and undressing wasnt highly erotic. It was. But the whole... looking.. and exploring.. touching and caressing... like learning a new pleasing aspect of someone... is also rather deep. The soft talking.. whispers and just down right relaxation of the moment was beautiful.
I found myself drifting away from the conversation at hand.. smiling. Eventually.. I excused myself to return to the our wagon. I had done alot of moving of things. A table.. two seats. New furs.. lots of new furs. Some colorful wall hangings... trunks of stuff filled with supplies. Ash's wagon now looked.. homey. Tomorrow.. I would paint the outside.. and the canvas.
I sat on the steps... grinning at all I had accomplished this day. I was pleased at my new purpose in life. Being a good Mate to the Man that gave me the chance. While I drank some warm milk.. waiting for Ash to return from the fires... I remember something said at fires tonight....
Mezoo and Ayguili had not yet been christened into the wonderful world of itching powder.
And the plotting began.......
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