Ed note: Title is a triple play. In a literal sense, this is the first time Mairi kisses Trev. From a story point of view, this is the first chapter literally written in the comment section of the preceding chapter. And, this is the first time I have used an image previously used in the story, albeit with a slightly different hue adjustment. Enjoy.
Trev’s breathing stabilized, a good sign thought Mairi. Spreading her fingers like a web on the underside of his head, she lifted with the care of a mother lifting her baby while with a gentle skill that belied her training, secured a blindfold with her right hand. As egg to crate, she lowered his head on the soft pillow, a sight, she thought, more delicious and tempting than it ought to be.
Chatelaine training taught that smell, of all the senses, caroused with memory and the moments to come, she knew, would be moments of healing that would need to be cultivated far beyond the moment of capitulation. Placing small warming tablets on either side of the bed, the sensual aroma of willowbrush gently rose as if awakened from sacred slumber. Breathing deep, she closed her eyes, and a thousand images flashed before her mind like cards shuffled. With each out breath, the images slowed until the one she needed, the one she wanted, appeared in clear focus, floating in subservience.
Slipping back into bed, her legs, smooth and neither too long nor too short, ran the length of his, her toes taking the measure of his sigh inducing muscle of youth; her hands traced lightly his wounds of days past, her eyes marveled at his chiseled jaw and angular cheek, looking more like marble than flesh. Her lips found his, the warmth, the softness, the slippery wetness, the firmness, the intensity, the passionate energy as her eyes closed and the soft warm light reflected off her eye lids reminiscent of a dual moonrise on the beaches of Valla. Her hair fell into his face, her thumbs to his temples; and her lips moved beyond skill, sucking, biting, gliding, teasing, suckling, wrapping, brushing, pushing, molding, of breath shared as moans escaped.
With lips locked in a living dance as angels or devils might in a moment of reprise, Mairi breathed her mind into his, a mind tender in abuse, aching for embrace, fearful of hurt. As a warm blanket covers a cold and frightened child, she gently began to massage his centers of pain and memory, milking them of power, kneading stress from neurons inflamed. As her tongue traced the row between his lips so did her mind dance and dart to soothe concern and hold fear at bay long enough to wrap her intent around his desire as tongue around a lollipop.
Trev’s mind begin to response and Mairi went deeper. Later Trev would write this in his journal:
Then I think about her slipping into my mind and what a good mind-frail would be like and I imagine the most delicious and intense wet dream, the utter stickiness, the musky-sweet aroma of release, taken with a caress of neurons in ways the hands can only admire. I imagine her chest heaving with life, rising with curves divine, creating their own eclipse; and in the shadow of my surrender, a tenseness rendered with the crack of a whip, the slap of a glute, the exhilaration of being rode, hard.
The kiss has an energy that sends a shock from lip to eye and stirs emotion in the gut as only first love can. Lights swirl as flesh paints with passion upon flesh and hands talk in touches like feathers on silk. Her tongue narrows and darts with a playful precision and I follows her lead to places shared by few and desired by many. The bed seems to sink, to envelope us as if the sheets rose as waterfalls port and aft. Golden hide graces porcelain digits as spoon to warm honey and endearments announce as gates open and trumpets play for an audience of two.
I lean my head back and press hard into my pillow, as if to brace myself that all before me could be but a dream. She lifts her chin and looks down from the bottom of her eyes, her regal nose triumphant, her lips slightly parted, glistening with lust raw and pure; and with a feline arching of back, tosses her short auburn locks and closes her eyes as curtains between acts. Her tongue glides over her pert upper lip as her hips settle into position, moving and rotating as if greased, as if control was quartered not granted.
34 comments:
Once again, you amaze and delight with a celebration of the senses.
I smiled at Trev's deja vu episode. But then, you knew I would.:-)
Your kind words shall not be forgotten. ;-)
And, yes, I did. :-)
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Ooooh, that was wonderful, seductive and deliciously sensual!
Such a relief too, as always we were treated to a twist in the story, this gentle, soothing caress plighted to offer release, to assist in allieviating the trauma, was not the type of chapter the scene where she found him seemed to command as a follow-up. Another source of hope given that Trev will indeed be able to overcome. Though without doubt it will not be easy.
Mairi is positively fascinating! The more you tell, all the more so. How she finds pleasure, beit through the the power of control, the power of sex, lessens not in the slightest that great surge of warmth towards her that she is able and willing to soothe and comfort her friends in their deepest, darkest hours of need.
Fan-frailing-tastic piece of writing, once again. I have to wonder whether having people say that ever gets old. ;-) Repetitive, perhaps, but heartfelt. :-)
Sunshine, I almost feel like I need to do audio for this chapter in order to explain what is happening and what is not happening. On the surface, it looks like two lovers sharing a tender moment. But it is not.
Trev is not in Mairi's league. He is not even in her universe--LOL. In this situation, sex is not sex. Mairi is plying her trade, along with her new telepathy skill from the good doctor, to bring healing to a soul she feels she led into harm's way.
Now, don't ask me how Mairi heals with sex, or what she is doing when inside of his mind. There is still much about Chatelaine behavior that I don't know, and still, many of their secrets are, well, secrets. LMAO!
All I can say is, why did it take us so long to realize Mairi was on board Bravo? :-D
You know, I'm starting to understand why Yul was so resentful in that last scene with Mairi. If Yul is low class, Mairi is high class and there is a natural resentment between the two. I also find it of interest how sex with Yul is so very different than sex with Mairi. Go back and read. Yul is just pure raw sex, no inhibitions, frail your arse off and make you beg for more. Mairi is very, very different, much more sophisticated in her approach to warm commerce.
Mmmm, and then there is Lil' and perhaps even Sal. :-)
And, of course, we know very little about Kyra and Emy, although I think it is safe to asssume Emy, if not a virgin, is not far from it. Kyra, well, that is a discussion for another time. ;-)
sigh inducing muscle of youth
I just reread that and it was suppose to say "muscles" as in she was running her toes along his thigh and calf, marveling at the tautness of his muscles. That being said, I think I like this faux pas better than what I intended. LMAO :-D
I really do need an editor. :-)
I realize this is no love scene, but there is a tenderness to it, though her actions may be practical in as much as she is performing an act learned and practised that will help him, that is what she is doing, helping him, and though she may feel a tremendous amount of guilt, more than that she just feels his pain. I'm taking that as a promise despite the almost, ;-), look forward to the audio.
I want to know how she absorbs his pain? What is the mental equivalent of making an incision after a snakebite and sucking out the poison. That is about the "giss" of what she is doing.
I wonder how it affects her, whether each time she does it, she absorbs, whether it gives her a weight to carry, whether it takes something away from her, a piece of her, or whether she is able to use it as a stepping stone so to speak, whether she grows from having learned what it meant to feel someone else's pain firsthand, whether it expands her heart.
The background commentary is fascinating -- sex as a healing agent, both literally and figuratively. Autumn Storm poses an excellent question -- does Mairi absorb a new layer of "pain" from her "patients" every time it happens? If she does, will the weight of it eventually overwhelm her much like it would, for example, an empath?
SJ and Autumn, the question is interesting and I cannot yet give you a definitive answer but I can say this. Mairi absorbs the pain and hurt, bleeds it from her partner, and like an inoculation, becomes stronger for it, as long as, like an inoculation, the dose doesn't overwhelm her capacity (hint of a future chapter).
There is another factor at play in this process, one we have not seen yet. As Mairi milks and massages memory, she herself is stained with a faded version of the events, which from time to time can confuse her and cause nightmares (this is a side effect of the telepathy, a skill she has just started using and not yet experienced).
Now, how her Nullness plays into this, I don't know. What is scary is, Dr X doesn't know either since no one of his species is a Null. What this means, I don't know either, but like a chemical soup of unknown ingredients, anything is possible and that probably means something not good. I guess we wait and see. :-)
The Blessed One
I cried when I wrote this one. I cried again rereading it. Special place in my heart to anyone who can identify the spoken words, one sentence, that gets me every time. And, for the record, I cried when I imagined it, before pen took word to paper.
Of course, you cried when you wrote that chapter. You'd have to have a heart of hardened steel not to, and that's not you. It sent me all misty-eyed, too.
There are pieces I've written that made me cry. And then I cried again rereading them, sometimes years later. That's when we know we've poured real emotion into it.:)
SJ, I wish I could know why. Why a chapter like that is in me, why a chapter like that brings tears to my eyes every time I read it. Maybe I should simply let the mystery be. Thank you for your kind words. I do appreciate them. :-)
S, I would like, someday, to read something you have written that has made you cry. To know, what causes one's heart to cry, I think, tells us a lot about another. So, whenever you feel like sharing, I'm here.
a seduction of the mind .. the true form of love making.
Inside, well said. :-)
Sometimes there is no reason. It just is.
I have a whole ms posted on WHRN, but that's the one that got me giggling. I'll have to see if I can find some of the stuff that got to me emotionally and made me cry.:)
S, I would like that very much. By the way, what is WHRN? Anything with a "RN" in it can't be all bad. :-D
It's the Write Here Right Now link in my sidebar.:)
Found it. Just registered. :-)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY HUNKER ;-)
Keshi.
Thank you Keshi. If you like, you can come back tomorrow and wish me again, since my mother insists that I was born on the 15th. Then again, it might already be the 15th where you are, so in the case, meet me on the bridge and show me how much you care. :-D
haha I knew it was the 15th but I had to wish u b4 I left work last nite :) So officially IM THE FIRST TO WISH YA WOOHOO!
HUGGGGGGGGGGGZ my daaaarling ;-)
Keshi.
Ooooh, I think Saffy will consider those fighting words. :-D
Thank you my dear angel. :-)
You had me enwraped there! i was reading it & suddenly it was in slow motion..each word a feeling!!
I am amazed at what words can do to the readers!It is not just reading them, it has been like living them out...each word, each feeling...
True to your devotion to the story, you live them out along with your readers...this chapter is very symbolic in that respect. It is a writer reader love making too!
& it also elucidates feelings in form in a brillant manner...which only few can possiblily bring out! It is a masterpiece!It is that stroke of Genius!
& yes! It is 15th...I had no idea it was your birthday! Lucky I came in when I did!
HUGS & best wishes once again my friend!
Mona, your comment is the most wonderful bday gift one blogger could give another. I am placing it in my box of most treasured comments. Thank you my bright and brilliant friend. :-)
wow, again the journal entry really strikes me...your descriptions are so detailed and you really get into the head of the character.
I don't really get the mind frail thing, but it sounds like some cool scifi thing.
"closes her eyes as curtains between acts," love that.
Your every word is precise and every sentence captivating. You have a lot of talent! :D :D :D
Thank you Rain-drop. Mairi has the ability to go into the mind of Trev, to dance with his neurons so to speak. It is a gift another character in the story (Dr X) has given her. So, in this scene, to help in Trev's healing process, she massages his body as well as his mind. She frails him mentally and physically. Frail, by the way, is my term for what we could crudely call "sex." :-D
Sleepy, so forgive me if the following is muddled, but Kyra's keeping me company tonight. :-)
For most of us we spend our first few years feeling safe and loved and secure in that love and then somewhere along the line, usually earlier rather than later, something will make us question the simplicity, we will be hurt or disillusioned and each hurt leaves scar tissue that makes it harder to have faith. We realize that inevitably in life there will come times when we will be hurt, scared, disillusioned, angry, sad, and so we start to build defences, we start to, though it is impossible, try and find a way so that we will not find ourselves feeling those things and we do this by asking more questions before handing over our faith in another. At some point, hopefully we understand that though there are trials and tribulations that we undergo, we can choose what we take from them, if we do it right, we are awarded with more compassion and more appreciation, and we understand that no matter how things turn out in the end, it is always worth going the distance.
The more open we are, the more faith we have, the more we will know, what matters most, what matters in the end. Long life or short, we want to know that we mattered, that we achieved something, that we made a mark. A legacy or rather a link and that can only happen through one thing, love transcends death, we can feel it for a person after they are gone, feel theirs after they are gone, it's the only thing therefore that we know we keep, know it now, though what we know after, none of us can know for sure. The hope is that 'now' is for as long as possible, that we remember as soon as possible what we have always known, what we were born knowing, what we recognize as truth in those who remembered already. Love is limitless, whatever we let flow will keep flowing eternally, from one person to the next. The more there is the more there will be. Our share is there, if we are open to it, we just have to accept that it may not always come from those to whom we gave it. But it is never wasted, it is still out there. What made me cry, above and beyond the simple fact that this little girl's life was coming to an end, Kyra knew she was the blessed one, knew as well as little Emily that the love between the two of them would live always, and yet she protected herself against Em, only to learn once again, in opening her heart to her, loving her, sharing the love she felt for Emily, she only gained. I've heard you say these words, we only lose what we hang on to (roughly quoted), never more true that here, the saddest thing we can lose is the opportunity to love.
That cocoon surrounding her, the assuredness of the things she has learned thus far, the experiences she has gained, the lessons learned, to let them go, to simply trust with no expectation and no thought behind it, would be to become childlike again. To give up everything that she knows and allow herself to start over, in effect. I like the parallel, at least the one that I see there, between the current chapter up above and the the one where she told Em her sister's name, that once she stops hanging on, once she stops trying to protect herself, she'll be glad she arrived where she was meant to go.
I don't know what is up ahead for Kyra and events so far, and your hints, suggest it will not be an easy time for her, but with Kyra especially there is very much a sense of fate and destiny, that this story moulds itself to her, that there can be no wrong turns, and so whatever is up ahead, reading there's a sense, perhaps a rose-tinted sense, that whatever it is, it was meant to be, and it will be for the best. A sense that the journeys, the trials and tribulations, are all so that she will come into her own, be everything she is meant to be, everything Papa already knew she was capable of.
Will re-read that in the morning, explain it differently if need be. :-)
Sweetest, your engagement in the story, even after all these months, continues to amaze me. I've said it before and I'll say it again, without your consistent encouragement and support, every step of the way, especially in those early days when the word writer and my view of myself did not mix, I do not believe we have the story as we have it today, which is to say, we wouldn't have it at all. You have worked your way into my heart as surely as you have engaged the story.
I don't know what is in store for Kyra. I don't know what The Unknowns shared with her or how that might have changed her. I don't know what her fate or destiny is either. I do hope we get a chance to see her mature, to see her become, in time, more Papa-like. But, at the same time, I don't want to lose the little girl that I have come to love and I don't want to lose the weaknesses and vulnerabilities she has shown. I'm sure in time, my heart will show me where she is going. I'm as anxious to know as you. :-)
Hey Tree! I hope you don't mind - I borrowed your image for a background on my MySpace page (will of course be giving you proper credit!). If it's a problem, let me know! Have a good one!!!!
Justin, no problem whatsoever. I'm flattered you would want to use it. Thanks for asking. :-)
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