She could have stayed there in his arms forever, wrapped in his love. But, the baby had other ideas. Kasra came to tap at the entrance to the wagon, with the fussing baby in her arms. Getting up with a small groan, she wraps a fur around her naked body and goes to take the baby from the slave, telling her to go get two botas of fresh water. In almost no time the girl was back with the botas, one which was hung on Ba'atar's side of the platform, the other, she thumbed the cork of then drank, slaking her own thirst. She made a mental note, that she would see that there was always a fresh bota of water hanging for him by the sleeping platform.
The baby rooted around, searching for a nipple. Laughing softly, she sat to the edge of the platform and put him to her breast. Leaning to kiss the top of his downy head, she watched as he suckled, noticing how one tiny fisted hand lay upon the top of her breast, then seeing that right beside where his hand lay, there was a spot on her flesh that was red, where another mouth had been earlier in the evening.
Glancing over to the sleeping Ba'atar, a smile lifted on those soft lips as the memories of the night swirled around her. It had been perfect, or maybe, if possible, beyond perfect. She could still feel each touch on her skin. The trace of fingers as they explored, the hot breath that came from his parted lips as he kissed almost every hort of her body. She can remember the look of wonder in the dark eyes as he stroked, and the love that was there when he looked into her eyes, the passion.
They had come together finally, after such a torturous wait, one that had plagued them both, and it was beautiful. Nothing was held back, they gave fully to each other, finding depths of passion and love that may have amazed them both. He had told her in the beginning that he had never been with a woman that was his, one that was not in a collar. When she asked later if it was different, she drew a laugh from him as he allowed that he had discovered that there was a huge difference between having sex with a slave, and making love to his woman, and he liked the latter better.
Something tells her that she surprised him. As he stroked her hair, he called her his fiery wench, and she laughed and told him that would be their secret. They had talked about children, their children. He told her he wanted many more sons to go with the two they already had. He does not know how that simply warms her heart and makes her love him more. To him, the boys are theirs. Not hers, not someone else's but theirs.
He rouses from his sleep, and asks in that low, gentle voice what she is doing, and she turns to show him the baby at her breast. One strong arm lifts to motion her closer and she moves up towards him, and he encircles her hip, lifting up to watch the baby nurse. Leaning in, he kisses the top of her breast, then the baby's head and lays back to watch them. Soon the baby was asleep, and she lowered back down placing him between her and Ba'atar, who reached out as if it were the most natural thing and pulls them both closer.
She told him that his water was by the furs and he sat up to drink, and gave her that grin of hers, telling her that if she kept making love to him as she had earlier, and brining him water, they he would be a happy man.
She has every intention of doing both, and much more. Settling back in beside him, she finally falls asleep, safe, secure, loved and happy.
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