Of Books and Women Pt 2 (PG-17)

Writers: Miriah, Suzee
Date Posted: 29th November 2014

Characters: Sophque, Vestian
Description: The Hallmaster has a late visitor
Location: Sunstone Seahold
Date: month 9, day 15 of Turn 7
Notes: Mentioned: Porenne; Pt 2 of 2
Rating: PG-17

Sophque

Vestian

She curled against his side drowsing in the soft furs of the bed. Her
fingers played mindlessly with the hairs on his chest and for a moment
she could believe he was someone else.

If Vestian had been a feline, he would have been purring contentedly.
The woman next to him was indeed passionate and he had enjoyed every
scrap of attention she had given him. What's more she responded and
didn't stiffen when he had touched her. His own hand stroked her hair,
sliding through the strands with satisfaction. " 'S very good."

"Mmhmm," she agreed having peaked herself. "I needed that, more than you know."

"So did I." He gave a low chuckle. "I don't get that at home." He
admitted. "Shards, don't kick me for this, but you need to meet my
wife. Teach her how to move like you do."

She snorted and pulled back to look at him. "You don't mean that," she
started and then realized he did. Her brows knit a moment then she
shook her head. "I highly doubt you want your wife to meet someone
like me. Besides," she shrugged, "You can teach her."

He rolled over to face her, his hand sliding to her lower back. "She
just lays there. Stiffens if I touch her. Won't touch me until after."
He arched a brow at the 'someone like me' statement. Besides her
passion, he could appreciate her love of the written word. He paused
at the thought. Did Porenne really have a passion for anything besides
being a mother? He didn't know. His attention was drawn back to the
woman beside him and he coughed in surprise? "Me? Teach her? I'm no
woman. I guess her mother didn't do her job properly is all I can
figure."

She snorted and sat up. She crossed her ankles and pulled them up
close to her. "You know what mothers tell their daughters? Lay still
and let him do his business. Sounds to me that's exactly what she's
doing." She shrugged and picked at the blanket. "Its what my mother
told me when I was married. It took a man who knew what he wanted to
teach me how to find pleasure in the act. You _can_ teach her if you
have patience."

He blinked at her. "Are you serious?" He propped himself up on his
elbow. "What man wants a woman to lay flat and do nothing? Who tells
women that's what they're supposed to do?" His eyes followed her and
his brow furrowed. "I thought she just didn't like it. Some women
don't, from what I understand. I figured she was one of them." He
frowned a little bit more. Porenne never refused him, but there was a
distance there in her expression every single time. "Teach her. How?
It's not like I'm a horrible lover. I've pleased women, I just can't
please her."

"Other women tell them that. At least the well raised ones, the ones
who are raised to be wives. Like I said, it's what I was told and what
my husband expected. He never gave me the ultimate pleasure." She
leaned forward a little. "Has your wife ever had that? I'm sorry if
I'm asking forward questions and I'll understand if you feel I
shouldn't."

There was a huff of breath as he considered her questions and the
information she had shared with him. His wife had never cried out like
the other women who company he frequented. "No." Vestian's lips
thinned. "So you're saying this is my fault? That she can't respond?"

She looked at him amused and lay back down facing him. "You're a
teacher," she chuckled. "Have you ever had a student learn to paint
without instruction of some sort?" she wasn't about to lay blame and
make the man angry with her. But it did sound like he'd never even
thought about it before. "She just needs some direction," she reached
for a sensitive spot for a gentle caress, "Some stimulation."

"You make a good point." He watched her settle back down beside him
and took a quick in drawn breath as she touched him. "But I've tried
touching her and she just stiffens up and acts likes its improper." He
stroked his hand over her side, enjoying the feel of her skin. "It's
not exactly encouraging."

"Think about it like a teacher," she said softly and leaned forward to
kiss him. "She doesn't know it can feel wonderful because it never
has. Just be patient and don't do it for you. Do it for her. She
obviously has no clue and in order to heat her up you'll have to thaw
her out first." She moved against him suggestively to see if he was
ready.

Thaw her out...Vestian returned the kiss even as his mind worked over
the possibilities. He could try it and maybe his wife wouldn't stare
at the ceiling the entire time. The thought appealed to him, even if
he believed that she wouldn't respond in the end. But, like she said,
he _was_ a teacher. His thoughts were distracted by the sway of his
body against his and his teeth flashed in a smile as he quickly rolled
her on to her back and hovered. "So...what should I start with, hm?"
He kissed her shoulder. "And where should I start? How do I...thaw you
out?"

"Oh I'm already pretty thawed," she grinned. "Feel around and find out
what makes me gasp. That's your clue to my buttons."

He spent the rest of the evening learning her buttons and taking cues,
both body and verbal, in order to learn her own quirks. Finally
falling to sleep, Vestian curled up beside the woman, hand light on
her side.

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