“Huzzah!”
“Huzzah!”
“Huzzah!”
Twenty-Two
Ilisa
I winced as the medic wrapped the poultice over the knife wound. It wasn’t that deep, but it was sliced right between two ribs, so it was going to constantly be a place of rub and worry.
“Are you feeling the pain medications yet?” As the medic asked, I started to feel a slight numbness tingle into the lower regions of my skull and slide up behind my eyes. A warm feeling took hold behind my shoulders and quivered down through my arms and into my fingertips, then numbed the area around the knife wound.
“Yes. It feels better. Thank you.”
“Ok, that’s good. Take this pill again, every four hours. It will help with the pain.”
I pocketed the slip of pills. The medic taped down the poultice and then slid my shirt back over the wrapped bandage and patted it. She looked at me thoughtfully.
“You’re a very skilled tele artist, right, Bravo? Can you spare some thought to the placement of the bandage and use your tele arts to keep it in place?”
“You mean, constantly?”
The medic nodded. “It’s one way to help it heal faster. Basically, you’re going to be constantly keeping it stiff. You’re going to be forcing yourself to always be thinking of bending a different way through tele arts.”
I nodded, the words feeling fuzzy on my lips. The pain pills were strong. I hadn’t realized they would be… I rarely took pain pills… “I can try.”
“Do you have reason to believe you will be needing to do a lot of bending any time soon?”
I looked at my Destin where he was speaking to Damox and preparing the prisoners for their gathering back to Harthen. Oh, yes… I would be doing a lot of bending… A lot of supple, limber, twisting and turning and grinding…
My breath caught as I imagined Skarde’s body against mine in the sheets of my bed back at the palace and I noticed the medic follow my gaze. She smiled.
“Ok, then, well, just try to keep the poultice in place for the next day or two. Then it will be better for the wound to be seen by me again and be open-air breathing, anyway.”
I nodded and slid away from her, back toward my Destin. The idea of his skin against mine was almost too much to take. The many people around me had faded into the background. I walked by the other patients the medic needed to see, I paced by Special Operations friends who tried to get my attention, but they were a blur. The fact that our mission had not been concluded was of little consequence. I was in need.
“Skarde…” I whispered to him mentally. I brushed my fingers against his arm and distracted him away from Damox, interrupting his words. He looked at me, finished his sentence, words that I could barely hear, I just wanted his tongue on mine, and then I wrapped my fingers around his wrist and pulled. His eyes laughed at me. “Come with me, Destin… I need you…”
“We are kind of busy here, Ilisa… We could use your help wrapping up the Kall. And I need to unfreeze their lake.”
“They can handle it. I need you now. I need your hands on me, your lips on me, your legs around my body. I need to feel your dick inside me, and your tongue licking me.”
Skarde stared at me, mouth open.
“Then we can do that. What do you think?” Damox was still talking to us but I could barely register his words. “Skarde. Duke Skarde. What do you think?”
Skarde coughed and took my hand. He didn’t look at Damox. “I think I need to help Ilisa with something real quick, Commander. But your plan sounds great. We will be right back.”
I smiled and pulled Skarde with me, away from the Commander. Damox groaned and grumbled, but turned away, continuing to give orders.
I pulled Skarde behind me through the snow, the bright light of sunrays making prism rainbows as snowflakes drifted down through shafts that made unbidden tunnels in the branches. I didn’t know how I knew where we were going, but I was leading us toward a little cabin in the backwoods. I looked back over my shoulder at his goofy half smile as my mind floated with the snow whispers and the breeze moved my hair in gentle kisses. Skarde’s hand clasped mine and he skipped along the new trodden trail beside me.
We stomped our feet free of snow as we stepped up on the cabin’s porch and then popped open the cabin’s inviting little door.
“Breaking and entering, are we, my Chosen one?” Skarde said with a smile.
“They won’t mind.”
I pulled Skarde inside, not knowing who “they” was, but just wanting to wrap him in my arms on the fur blankets that I hoped were waiting for us, and which were, as we entered.
As soon as we were pulled in from the cold of the outside, Skarde pulled me into his arms, his hands a fury of desire in my hair, my half-medicated mind a blurry world of warmth and fuzzy feelings as he kissed my forehead, my cheeks, my nose, biting at my lips, my jawline, trailing kisses down my neck, pulling my coat open, casting it to the nearby chair. He pulled my shirt low and kissed my breastbone. I grabbed him and spun him around and moved him quickly back against the wall, pushing him until his back was against the bold wooden brace of the door, but he picked me up so I wrapped my legs around his waist and he was clawing at my back.
Skarde’s lips were soft and tender on mine, then sped up and were hungry, his tongue searching for answers inside my mouth, as if on a quest to know if I would give him forever.
“I will… I will… I’m yours forever…” I said.
“My Destin.”
A golden light sparked in the sweet silence of the cabin, reflecting off our skin, rippling on our cheeks, echoing off the
