Donnor's Room at the Tudor Keep

Aasha wrote:She heard the dismissal in his aunt's words, along with a cooled tone that she was quite familiar with. It was the same tone she'd heard from many on her travels, especially when she'd been dressed as a lad and kept dirty to further the disguise. She refused to focus on it however, too engrossed in watching the play of emotions on Donnor's face, and listening to the explanation he offered regarding the ring. Aasha's hand reached out to gently caress his cheek as she murmured; I dun needs a ring to knows I'm promised to ya.

Stiffening as the unmistakable sound of children talking was heard, she looked warily towards the door, glad when Evan entered without them. He barely acknowledged her, not surprising really, but she was close enough to almost make out what he said to Donnor. Curious, she wondered at him stressing nephew. Surely he didn't think he could tell Donnor what to do anymore than Brianna could?

Brianna's swift exit was heard throughout the house, the girl winced as she imagined the wasted money laying in broken pieces on the floor. Evan's next comment to Donnor was one even she could hear without straining, she raised a brow as his eyes narrowed. She had a feeling this was a conversation she would want to be present for, if only to keep Donnor from doing something he'd regret later.

Tapping the anger down, Aasha tried to remain calm. Both of them upset wouldn't help him at all, she would only feed his rage. But it was difficult, she wanted to rise to his defense badly, even though he was capable of handling it himself. It was a new sensation for her, this protective instinct that was kicking in. Trying to lighten the mood as Evan left, she giggled. Maybe thats why they has so many spawns...to makes it looks like the lil'ns did it 'stead of them.

She was still watching his face closely, even as he absently played with her hand. He was starting to look flushed, Aasha began to get concerned even as she moved closer, wrapping a hand around his waist. Donnor? Next thing she knew, he was on the ground, practically taking her with him. Kneeling by his side, she threw a panicked look around the room before doing her damnedest to calming her breathing. Donnor?! Laying one hand on his cheek, the other over his heart, she bit her lip as she tried to figure out what to do.

Donnor wrote:Feeling pressure on his cheek as he tried to open his eyes or speak. It was if he was in a dream and was trapped inside a dark hole. He could see or hear nothing around him but the faint whispers of his name which soon became the sound of a horse’s hooves beating against the ground. His eyes finally opened but he was not where he expected to be, instead he was on the road on Midnights back. The cool air was blown against his face as he rode through darkness, unsure of where he was headed. It all looked strangely familiar to him as he rode on in a dream like trance. He blinked his eyes for a second and was now in a different place, just outside of Cumberland with Nadius. The army was approaching them as he offered a smile and explained they were on their way north to visit family in Scotland.

Blinking again, he felt weak and was on his back watching as the sky quickly passed before his eyes. After the attack, he felt warmth against his back as if he was on a large animal. The animal was carrying him to safety, away from his attackers. He never was to sure how he ended up back in Beeston, to be honest…no one was.

He could feel his eyes getting heavy but was to afraid to blink again, unsure of where he would be next. He fought it as long as he could but soon closed his eyes, back in the darkness. He could hear Aasha’s voice call his name, it was her hand upon his cheek and yet he still did not want to open his eyes out of fear it would not be her once he woke again.

"Aasha..."

Aasha wrote:Taking deep breaths to calm her panic, Aasha grabbed the edge of her shirt and used it to gently wipe the sweat from his brow. - Calm down you ninny, you can do this. He's not bleeding, not dying, just not fully aware! - The pep talk helped, maybe not enough to tell her exactly what to do, but it did trigger enough memories of prior injuries, her own and others, for her to have an idea.

Luckily, Brianna's office was well equipped with a full bar. Aasha rose shakily, her eyes never fully leaving his prone form as she slipped her knife from its sheath inside her boot and cut a strip of cloth from her shirt. Looking at the array of decanters, she opened a few of the clear ones until she found plain water. Grabbing it, and one that looked to be some sort of brandy, she sat them all close to where he lay. Going back, she took a pillow from Brianna's chair, then glanced towards the door. It had shut when Evan left, she contemplated opening it, but wanted to get back to him too much. She could always yell if she needed, she was positive that scary Ingrid lady was hovering somewhere.

Kneeling with the pillow in her hand, she carefully lifted his head and scooted it under as best she could. Dipping the strip of cloth into the water, she began gently bathing his face. Even with his eyes open, it was apparent he wasn't seeing her. As they drifted shut once more, she sighed. Her hand still tenderly stroking the wet rag over his face, she laid her head over his heart, listening for the reassuringly strong rhythm. Donnor...please...I ain't sure whats wrong, but I'm here. I loves ya...please...dun do this. Talks to me, tells me what I ken do... As he breathed her name, she bit her lip, struggling to keep tears at bay, then murmured; I'm here love...please...open yer eyes...its jus' me 'n you. Donnor...

Donnor wrote:When he did finally open his eyes he breathed a sigh of relief when he looked up and saw Aasha kneeling there beside him with her head against his chest. Slowly he places his arm across her back and pulls her down beside him. His eyes were still fuzzy but at least he knew where he was this time.

”Aasha…what happened?” His words came out in a soft whisper as his free hand rose to his head to rub his temples. He was trying to make sense out of what had just happened but all he managed to do was make his head hurt.

Aasha wrote:The tears on her lashes began to spill as she felt his arms go around her. She tried to fight against his strength, thinking it would be bad for him in his weakened state. But even after collapsing, he was still stronger than her, pulling her almost fully prone beside him. Blinking rapidly before looking up, she studied his face intently then began speaking. I dunno what happened. Ya was talkin' 'bout nobles actin' likes spawns, an' then ya was on the floor. Eyes open, ya looked rights at me an' didna see me.

The fear that had overcome her made her voice husky. A flicker of it remained, she had thought him capable of anything...now, she felt like she had to protect him and didn't quite know how. She wasn't like Lynna, she had seen the woman's concern for Arthur when he became hurt and confused. Aasha was concerned over Donnor's reaction, but she was too prone to her own impulses, stopping him from doing things he regretted wasn't the same.

Thoughts were still running rampant, frustrating her. A hint of her fear showed though, causing her voice to come out sharper than she intended as she murmured; Dun you EVER scares me likes that 'gain. Yer 'posed to be a big bad wolfie...I dunno whats to do when yer not.

Donnor wrote:He remembered everything that was said, and had a good idea of what caused him to collapse. The amount of stress he currently had was enough to bring anyone down, even him. Smiling, he pulled on her more until she was fully on top of him. He felt bad that she got scared but could not help thinking about the privacy they had now that Brianna, Evan, and the spawn had left to go eat.

He looked around the room for an idea when he spotted the desk. Pulling her in close he kissed her gently, his lips brushing against hers. ”You know love, we are completely alone right now and I really am not that hungry at the moment. To make up for me scaring you, we could always make use of that desk over there to finish what was interrupted before.” He flashed a wicked grin up at her as he pushed the door closed with his foot.

Aasha wrote:She wanted to stiffen up when he pulled her on top of him, unsure that her weight on his chest after he'd passed out was such a great idea, but couldn't find the will to do so. The edge of fear was leaving, being replaced by a flicker of awareness as her body pressed into his. Resting her head back over his heart, knowing hers was beating much too fast and hoping to match his rhythm as she tried to relax in his arms.

He was determined to not let her though, pulling her up and brushing his lips against hers. Sighing as she responded, kissing him back tenderly, she gazed into his eyes. What does we needs to use the desk fer? The sigh deepened as he mentioned their interruption from before, the wicked look he gave her made her entire body tingle. Lowering her lashes, she began absently rubbing his shoulders. She wasn't inclined to move, enjoying the sensation of being sprawled over him, even while visions of the past flowed through her mind.

Donnor wrote:Still grinning, he rolled again so that her back was to the floor. ”The desk would be more exciting than the floor.” Without waiting for a response from her, he gently began kissing her neck as his hands held his large frame off of her. As he pushed himself further off of her and glanced down he noticed that the bottom of the shirt he had given her was cut, making it shorter than it was before. His eyes slowly made their way up her body and back to hers and with another grin he sat himself up completely.

Once he was sitting, he let his hands gently slide down her sides and to her thighs. His eyes followed her expressions as he brushed his fingertips against each thigh. ”What do you think about the desk?” He smiled as his fingertips slowly worked their way under the shirt and pushed against the sides of her hips and across the bare flesh of her stomach lightly.

Aasha wrote:He'd shifted positions so quickly and easily she had barely noticed until the hard floor was beneath her. More excitin'? She couldn't imagine that, not when her ability to think had fled with the onslaught of sensations, a rising desire blocking them completely. His lips on her neck caused her to shiver and tilt her head, her breathing erratic. Her eyes once more on his, she blushed when she noticed his gaze travel over her body.

She wanted to reach out, her hand halfway to his cheek when he sat up completely. Aasha forgot to breathe, seeing the look on his face. His hands were leaving goosebumps in their wake, the tingling coursing through her. Lips parted, eyes widened, unsure how to deal with the arousal, her hand finally alighted on his chest as his fingertips brushed her thighs. A low moan, almost a purr escaped, she was desperately trying to answer but wasn't sure what to say. I...I can't thinks...not when yer touchin' me... He continued before she could even catch her breath. His hand on her bare skin had her swallowing hard, the indrawn breath telling him more than her words could of her rising passion.

Donnor wrote:When he heard the quiet moan escape from her parted lips, he locked his eyes onto hers. He slowly pushed the shirt up, exposing her stomach as he leaned down and lightly brushed his lips across it as he breathed in her scent. ”Yes...but I really enjoy touching you.” Once again he had let his hands wander further up inside the shirt lightly against her sides before gently sliding them back down.

He gently kissed her stomach while pulling his shirt over his head before lying beside her on the floor with his hand on her stomach, circling her navel with his finger. A deep gasp made him smile and he reluctantly removed his hand from her. ”I guess I will have to stop so you can answer my question.” Holding himself up on his forearm he took her hand and placed it against his bare chest as he gazed down at her on the floor waiting for an answer. His mind was completely on her, and had made him forget all about everything that had happened in recent past.

Aasha wrote:She wanted to lower her eyes as color climbed higher into her neck and face, but she couldn't. His spoke volumes, the heaviness of her body increasing as she lost herself in them. Her eyes followed his movements, her belly tightening as his lips gently caressed. She wasn't sure enjoy was the right word for how she was feeling, it seemed so mild in comparison to what his touch was creating. She couldn't speak though, only moan softly while his hands traveled up against her skin.

Reaching out, she let her fingers brush his scars as soon as his shirt was off, shivering when his circled her navel. She couldn't help but draw her breath in again, her hand falling limply at her side while she struggled for air.

A moments reprieve left her feeling bereft as his hand stopped, she didn't want to think, only savor. He was still watching her, his hand capturing hers to press against his chest as he waited for an answer, but she couldn't recall the question. Turning slightly, her hand gently exploring the solid muscle beneath it, she leaned to kiss him lightly before sitting up. Her eyes were on his when she slowly pulled the damaged shirt over her head, her hair floating in disarray around her when she tossed it aside. Not giving herself time to think, she linked their fingers and laid down, bringing her lips to his chest to trace them against his scar.

--Ingrid wrote:Ingrid flowed down the hall way as she did so many days making sure everything ran smoothly in the house. She had been here so many years she couldn't imagine being anywhere else.. She wasn't but a child herself when she was assigned the duty of taking care of the princess.. She was 10 yrs older than her, but she never left her side they were more like family than servant and mistress in her eyes..

She knocked swiftly on the door to the Princess's office as she walked in ready to announce as she caught sight of the two on the floor, not immediately grasping what was going on she ran to them "Are you alright young master?" as took a closer look she began to blush a little .

"Umm perhaps this is not the best place for this the princess wouldn't like her office to be used in such a manner ?" the normal stern look had returned to her face a mark of any good ladies made protecting her mistress. "Dinner is served!" She stood there as if a guard dog on dutyand waited for the happy couple to rise and follow her "If you would follow me please

Aasha wrote:She was lost in the moment, totally engrossed in Donnor, so the knock on the door didn't penetrate until she heard the maid's voice. She couldn't believe it, did no one in this damn place know the meaning of a closed door? She was livid, the last thing she wanted right now was to be interrupted, not now. Not when so many new emotions and feelings were raging within her body. Instincts be damned, her control had slipped long before Ingrid entered. Reaching out, she grabbed the closest decanter and let it fly towards the sound of the voice. Even with flames licking inside, her aim was true, she didn't bother to look, just laid flat, hiding her chest from view by pressing it into his, the flare of awareness causing a fluttering in the pit of her belly.

Perhaps this ain't the best time fer ya to be comin' in. Does ya mind? I ain't gettin' up an' doin' nothin' wit' ya standin' there lookin' at me. Whats I'm showin' now ain't fer yer eyes nohows. She badly wanted to tell this self righteous maid exactly where she could stick dinner, but she bit the comment back and searched Donnor's eyes. Hers were glittering, the desire he'd aroused in her easily read. She wasn't thinking about the scars on her shoulders, back or sides, no more than she had when she'd removed her shirt. The only thing she could grasp was how badly she wanted to explore the sensual side of her nature that was emerging.

Donnor wrote:He was entranced as she sat up beside him and pulled her shirt off and tossed it away. Lying flat on his back as their fingers laced together, feeling her lips brush against the scars on his chest. Breathing deep as his heart began to race, the slightest touch from her always over excited him.

Just as he was beginning to bring his mouth up to the scar he had seen previously, there was a knock at the door. Before he could say anything, a woman entered who he could only imagine to be Ingrid. “Tell me, what would you have done if I was an assassin sent her to kill you? Do all of you people knock and enter right after without thinking maybe someone wants privacy? If I wasn’t in such a good mood I would drop you where you stand.” He turns his attention back to Aasha who is desperately trying to cover herself and hands her his shirt from behind him.

As he was turning back to ask for a few moments to get dressed, he saw Aasha throw a decanter towards Ingrid. ”Ingrid, leaves us a moment so we can at least get dressed. I will have to stop off at my room however to get Aasha a new shirt to wear.” He watched as Ingrid, in a huff, turned and closed the door behind her. ”Come love, Let us go back to my room and get you dressed…wear my shirt until we get you another one, just make sure Ingrid doesn’t attack my chiseled body and try and do anything funny.”

Once they are ready, He opens the door and begins tracing his steps back to his bedroom while walking with Aasha. They arrive and he turns to Ingrid. ”Please wait here, we are capable of dressing ourselves. Come Aasha let’s go in and grab a new shirt for you.” Finally, he closes the door and locks it, quickly grabbing a chair he props it under the doorknob making it impossible to enter the room. Turning to Aasha with a mischievous grin, he quickly walks over to her and picks her up in his arms and lays her across the bed on her back.

”There can be no interruptions now. Tell me what you desire of me and I will do my best to provide it.” Gently he kisses down her neck as he pulls the shirt over her head, his hands caressing her soft skin. He nibbles gently at the flesh as he moves down further, and then to her lips. His tongue parting her lips gently in search for passion.

Aasha wrote:Once Ingrid was through the door, Aasha sits up enough to put his shirt on. Sighing as she slips the shirt over her head, she meets Donnor's eyes. If she even thinks of touchin' any part of ya, she'd hafta get through me first. Her eyes automatically moving over his body when she speaks of it brings color to already bright pink cheeks.

Leaning heavily on him as they make their way back to his room, she smiles evilly at Ingrid, waiting for a protest from the scary maid. With none forthcoming, she follows him into the room, pausing to watch with widening eyes as he locks then places a chair under the door handle. Barely able to focus on his mischievous grin when he scoops her up, she only has time to kiss his neck gently before he lays her down on the bed.

Aasha feels tongue tied when he asks what she desires of him, unable to put it into words. She truly didn't know what she wanted, only to be close and for the sensations he aroused to continue. She was still amazed that she wasn't fearful, but there was nothing in his touch that reminded her of her past. I only wants you... is what she manages before his lips make their way across her body. As he gets close to her lips, she lightly brushes her fingertips across his neck and down his arms, rising up halfway to meet him, her lips already parted slightly in anticipation of the kiss. Holding nothing back, she presses eagerly into him. Her skin tingles everywhere it came into contact with his, her hands slowly traveling down his back in a gentle caress as she explores.