Making Proof

Writers: Heather, Suzee
Date Posted: 1st May 2019

Characters: Benamil, Nazli
Description: The couple attempt to get pregnant
Location: Amber Hills Hold
Date: month 9, day 2 of Turn 9
Notes: Mentioned: Arion

Benamil

Nazli

Nazli was nervous tonight they'd arranged to make their first try. The
healers had told her the timing of when it would be good to get
pregnant. They'd watched her cycles and given her the proper timing
for her best chance at conceiving. She found that while she didn't
want a man in the way most women did she didn't want anyone at all.
That desire for intimacy with another human had become difficult for
her to even consider. Benamil had always been unfailingly
understanding and his own interest was in a completely different
direction so with him she was safe and free to love him in her own
way. Without fear.

Beside that she did want a child to lavish her love and attention. She
wanted one for his sake too and for the sake of the Hold. ;So she
prepared both mentally and physically for what they'd need to do to
make this work. Okay maybe she wasn't as mentally prepared as she might like.

Benamil couldn't remember the last time he had been nervous about
having sex, although it was probably the first time he'd been with
Arion, since that had been entirely new to him. Tonight he was
nervous about being intimate with Nazli, not because he didn't think
he could, he'd been with women before, but because of how afraid he
knew she would be.

He knew of only one solution for her fears, and it was within the
dated vintage that he carried in his left hand, picked out by Arion,
who had said that the alcohol content should do the trick quickly.

"Nazli?" he called for her as he entered their quarters.

"In here," she called from her bedroom. She was wearing a simple
nightdress with a robe over it. Quite modest actually and her hair was
down and hung in a straight fall around her shoulders.

Benamil turned in the direction of her bedroom, paused, then took a
deep inhale and walked through the open door. "Hey," he smiled, voice
soft as he leaned against the doorway of her room, "I brought the
wine." He held the vintage up for her to see.

"Oh good," she nodded. "Did Arion say this one would be the best?"
Color rose in the cheeks. "For... you know."

"He assured me that it wouldn't take much, especially for a
lightweight." Benamil had just been grateful that Arion had been
supportive and that there hadn't been any pouting or jealousy on
behalf of the vintner.

"Okay," she nodded. "Please tell him thank you." She walked toward the
small table by her window and a pair of glasses set out there for
tonight. The staff had gone to the trouble of a tablecloth and candles
so she smiled at Benamil. "You know what they were thinking right?"

The corner of Benamil's mouth lifted a little, "That we were going to
have a romantic night of passion?"

"Something like that," she nodded. Not that it was going to be
romantic or passion but it was going to be something. Mostly vtols
buzzing around in her stomach like they were building a nest.

"Shall I pour you a glass then, my wife?" Benamil said, crossing the
room and popping open the bottle.

"Yes please," she said and stepped closer.

Benamil handed her a full glass and took one for himself. A little
something to take the edge off would be nice, he thought, even though
he knew he couldn't imbibe too much or he would be completely useless.
He already had a tiny little fear beginning to blossom that he would
be useless anyway... it had been a while since he'd slept with a
woman, Saedriel being the last, and he didn't like to think of that.
What if he couldn't anymore? He brought his glass to his lips.

Nazli had never in the past been a willing participant in the physical
joining of bodies. She was small and hadn't been able to prevent it
when she was younger. But she knew she could stop this with a single
word to Benamil. She also knew this was the only way to make the baby
they needed. She took the glass from his fingers. The moment had
finally come and she took a drink and let it burn down into her
stomach. She hadn't had any dinner just to make it work faster.
Perhaps it was the tiny bit of fear in his eyes or the way his hand
trembled slightly, but she finished off her glass and held it out for
a refill with a resolute expression on her face.

He poured her another full glass, corked the bottle, and set it on the
table as he finished his own glass. His eyes flicked around her room
before landing back on her. "What kind of things do you like to read,
Nazli?" he asked.

Her eyes flew to his face but there was a twinkle in her eyes,
"History," she smiled. "I've always liked to read about Lords and
Ladies." she took another drink and felt the warmth spread through her
making her feel very relaxed. She giggled and then slapped a hand over
her mouth in surprise.

Benamil smiled a little. "Well, why don't you recount to yourself all
the details of your favorite Lords and Ladies, hm? Take your mind
somewhere else." He suggested this while setting aside his empty glass
and taking one of Nazli's hands in his.

"Alright," she nodded and followed him to her bed. "There was the
legendary Lord Artru and his Lady Geniv, but she fell in love with his
Steward Lacen. It didn't end well for any of them. But I do love to
read the parts about their Hold." She climbed onto the bed and started
to think about that favorite story and how she used to imagine in her
head when she was younger. She tried very hard not to think about
what was going to happen but she lifted her gown and knelt facing away
from Benamil. She felt almost numb and relaxed. That was good wine.

While his wife kept herself occupied with her history, Benamil removed
his belt and closed his eyes to try and take himself to the right
space of mind to do what needed to be done...

Last updated on the May 6th 2019

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