I’yara lay in bed, her nude body wrapped in silk sheets as she waited for Voldan to return. Stretching, she sat up and looked around the room. My home now. She smiled, remembering how they had laid together, bodies intertwined, only a few hours earlier. Slipping out of bed, she padded barefoot over to a floor length mirror sitting in the corner of the room and admired herself in it. Years of dancing had kept her body toned. Arching her back, she rolled her shoulders and arms, and watched her breasts bob in the reflection. Her body had always been her livelihood. She danced for coin, some days faring better than others. That was how she had met Voldan. Tucked in a small alcove in the city, she had danced for him. He had been generous with his payment and his eyes spoke of desire for her, so she was not surprised when he asked to see her again, and again, and again. What had surprised her was falling in love with him.
She was used to men wanting her, of being a secret, hidden mistress and as such, had kept her emotions tucked safely away. She had learned early that to feel for any of these men would only leave her heart shattered when they left. And they always left, until now. Voldan Paigewater is good man. He had promised her that he would never leave before surprising her with a diamond pendant around her neck. He did not seem to care that her common was broken and she could not read the many books that filled his home. He did not shun from having her on his arm when in public and seemed to enjoy introducing her to his friends. It was when he had brought her into his home and expressed his love for her, asking her to stay there with him that her emotions broke free. She cried and he had wiped away her tears as she told him she loved him too. He had claimed her then, lovingly taking her body for his own and she had given herself to him willingly.
The sound of footsteps coming up the stairs drew her attention to the door and she quickly made her way back to the bed, lounging against the pillows there as she waited for him to enter the room. Voldan’s eyes immediately went to the bed where he had left her, taking in her nude form. His smile grew as he kicked off his boots, removed his shirt and joined her on the silken sheets. Arms wrapping around his neck, she peppered his face with kisses. Voldan Paigewater, you find me! Laughing at her greeting, he reminded her, yet again, that she only needed to call him Voldan. You home now?, she asked as he pulled her to him, nuzzling her neck and shoulder. Yes, my wind. I am home. She snuggled against him, letting the heat from his body warm her. No more work? He nodded as his hand slid down the length of her body to rest on her hip. No more work tonight, only you.
Hours later, she lay nude, wrapped in the silken sheets once more, only this time the man she loved was by her side. Her fingertips brushed across his cheek as she watched him sleep. We be happy now, Voldan Paigewater.
