It was time. Time to become a mate, time to give herself to him fully. He did not realize that this period of waiting had been difficult for her too. She longed to feel him connected to her fully and completely. And besides, if he takes many more baths, his skin was going to fall off.
The day had been spent in preparation. The wagon was cleaned from stem to stern, furs beaten and aired, a special meal cooked by her own hands. Scented oils were heated in small pots over the brazier, everything was perfect. Well, almost everything.
Leaving the baby with kasra, it was juneau that she sent to the bath wagon to make the preparations, to heat the waters. Soon she joined her, carrying a small bundle. Stripping, she stepped into the heated waters and sank down slowly, savoring the feel of how they lapped along her skin releasing the tensions in her muscles. Hands caressed along her body, causing her to grumble about being fat. The girl looked at her, then frowned. Mistress, you are far from fat. You are beautiful, and your body has the curves of a woman, not of some silly girl. The Master is going to love it, trust me on this. Looking to the girl who had started to wash her hair for her, she smile then spoke softly.........I hope so. I hope so very much that he is not disappointed.
Her hair was washed, then rinsed, then sprinkled with scent. When the bath was over, she stepped out and allowed the girl to dry her off, then to rub her body down with scented oils. In the bundle was the dress that she had inherited from her mother. The one that she had told Fonce once, that she would wear on a special occasion. This was such an occasion. Juneau helped her to dress, then braided her hair for her. When she was finished, she stood back and smiled. You are beautiful my Mistress, absolutely beautiful. Smoothing her hands over the soft leather of the dress, the smile was returned, and she leaned to kiss the girl on the temple.
Stepping out of the wagon, she took a deep breath to calm the butterflies that were dancing around in her stomach, then stepped down and walked towards their wagon, with juneau trailing behind her. She was totally oblivious to the admiring glances that she drew, but juneau caught them. As she passed Rook's wagon, she did catch his look and smiled at him. He said nothing, but did give her an encouraging nod.
At their wagon, she check on the meal, making sure it was perfect. She then stepped inside to feed the baby, who would be taken to the wagon with Tug for the night. She knew that during the night, she would have to go and get him, feed him and get him settled down again, but he had reached the point where he was sleeping longer into the night, which was good.
Bathed, dressed, the baby fed, all she had to do now was wait, and ponder just exactly how you seduced a man. She had never done that before, did not think she would be very good at it, and hoped that Ba'atar would get the general idea when he saw her.
Yes, it was time, and she was ready. Past ready.
The day had been spent in preparation. The wagon was cleaned from stem to stern, furs beaten and aired, a special meal cooked by her own hands. Scented oils were heated in small pots over the brazier, everything was perfect. Well, almost everything.
Leaving the baby with kasra, it was juneau that she sent to the bath wagon to make the preparations, to heat the waters. Soon she joined her, carrying a small bundle. Stripping, she stepped into the heated waters and sank down slowly, savoring the feel of how they lapped along her skin releasing the tensions in her muscles. Hands caressed along her body, causing her to grumble about being fat. The girl looked at her, then frowned. Mistress, you are far from fat. You are beautiful, and your body has the curves of a woman, not of some silly girl. The Master is going to love it, trust me on this. Looking to the girl who had started to wash her hair for her, she smile then spoke softly.........I hope so. I hope so very much that he is not disappointed.
Her hair was washed, then rinsed, then sprinkled with scent. When the bath was over, she stepped out and allowed the girl to dry her off, then to rub her body down with scented oils. In the bundle was the dress that she had inherited from her mother. The one that she had told Fonce once, that she would wear on a special occasion. This was such an occasion. Juneau helped her to dress, then braided her hair for her. When she was finished, she stood back and smiled. You are beautiful my Mistress, absolutely beautiful. Smoothing her hands over the soft leather of the dress, the smile was returned, and she leaned to kiss the girl on the temple.
Stepping out of the wagon, she took a deep breath to calm the butterflies that were dancing around in her stomach, then stepped down and walked towards their wagon, with juneau trailing behind her. She was totally oblivious to the admiring glances that she drew, but juneau caught them. As she passed Rook's wagon, she did catch his look and smiled at him. He said nothing, but did give her an encouraging nod.
At their wagon, she check on the meal, making sure it was perfect. She then stepped inside to feed the baby, who would be taken to the wagon with Tug for the night. She knew that during the night, she would have to go and get him, feed him and get him settled down again, but he had reached the point where he was sleeping longer into the night, which was good.
Bathed, dressed, the baby fed, all she had to do now was wait, and ponder just exactly how you seduced a man. She had never done that before, did not think she would be very good at it, and hoped that Ba'atar would get the general idea when he saw her.
Yes, it was time, and she was ready. Past ready.
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